"This time, so many mysterious cultivators suddenly launched a surprise attack on the Phantom Sect, yet the reason behind it has remained impossible to deduce...
Moreover, the enemy was so powerful that they had methods capable of silently sealing away the Phantom Sect. Gu Jiuqi and I have already analyzed it—the expert who sealed the sect was very likely from the Immortal-Spirit Realm...
The Immortal-Spirit Realm... the Five Immortal Sects... those cultivators who came to the Desolate Moon Continent to inquire about mixed spiritual roots...
Could it be that those mysterious cultivators had all come for me? And this sneak attack on the Phantom Sect had never targeted the sect at all, but... me!"
As his thoughts raced, Li Yan swiftly linked together countless clues. By the time he reached that conclusion, chills were already running down his back.
"...There is an enormous possibility that this inexplicable disaster befalling the Phantom Sect came for me. In other words, I brought it upon them!"
After connecting those matters, Li Yan was shocked to discover that he might actually be the root of this calamity.
What worried him even more was that, since matters had reached this point, how was he supposed to handle what came next?
Setting aside whether these guesses were true, so long as even the slightest possibility was real, the Phantom Sect would face endless trouble in the future—perhaps even a great disaster descending upon its head.
Li Yan could take his family and ascend away from this place, but the Phantom Sect would inexplicably have to bear this black pot on its back.
Li Yan was not an ungrateful man. On the contrary, he valued affection and loyalty deeply.
Although the Phantom Sect had initially accepted him not because it truly wished for him to step onto