Storm Clouds Gather, Winds Raise the Sand

After hearing Lin Xinghe's words, a sharp glint flashed through the red-robed youth's eyes.

Xing Ming's lips moved, but when he saw the resolve in Lin Xinghe's eyes, he knew there was no point in persuading him.

He knew that although Lin Xinghe could be somewhat indecisive, once he made up his mind, he would fight to the bitter end. Besides, he did not dare contradict the red-robed youth again.

"Martial Uncle, what should be done with the sect's Earthfire Spirit Vein?"

Lin Xinghe suddenly thought of an important matter they had not yet mentioned today.

"This Earthfire Spirit Vein can only be abandoned as well. Without Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, it is impossible to collect this Earthfire Spirit Vein and carry it with you.

"Wasn't one of the Four Clans' purposes this time to obtain it? Since we cannot take it away, then destroy it.

"When we cannot contend against them, Xinghe, directly detonate the sect-protecting grand formation. Its power will be enough to destroy Falling Star Valley several times over.

"This is a grand formation personally refined by the Nascent Soul Realm Patriarch. When the time comes, let every invading enemy be buried alongside Falling Star Valley.

"Xinghe, when you detonate the sect-protecting grand formation, you will have roughly two breaths of time to escape. That is a path of life the Patriarch left behind. You may still have hope of getting away."

The red-robed youth spoke calmly and evenly. He never mentioned how he himself would leave, as though they were not discussing life and death at all, as though none of this had anything to do with him.

"Should the sect secretly summon those affiliated lineages as well? Combined, their strength is considerable. There are quite a few Foundation Establishment cultivators among them.

"Once Falling Star