Disaster Relief in the Blessed Land

After a brief moment of thought, the elder of the Song Clan's main branch spoke again. "Thank you, little friend Lingshu, for speaking so frankly. I now understand what your clan seeks. Yet in this matter, even if our clan agrees, how could the Murong Clan possibly let them go?"

"There is no need for the two seniors to worry about that. Yuanliu and I were not the only ones to enter the blessed land this time. Another senior of profound cultivation came with us. The means in our hands to cure the blackening sickness was also bestowed by him."

As he spoke, Yang Lingshu lightly raised a hand, summoning a glimmer of mystical light. "Resolving the blackening disaster in this blessed land will not be easy. The sickness has sunk too deep. If it is to be uprooted entirely, breaking sinews and moving bones, cutting bone and carving flesh, will be unavoidable."

Whoosh—

The moment his words fell, the two figures vanished into thin air without warning.

"This!"

The two Song Clan elders were both startled. They first swept the area ahead with their divine senses, then personally stepped forward to confirm it, yet found no trace that anyone had ever been there.

But after only a few breaths, Yang Lingshu and Yang Yuanliu appeared once more, still seated in the distance as though they had never left.

Witnessing such a mysterious method, the two Song Clan elders understood at once. Following the meaning behind Yang Lingshu's earlier words and thinking it over, they grasped the key to the matter.

The main-branch elder murmured in a low voice, "Disaster rises in the blessed land, and the mountains and rivers of the west are thrown into turmoil. Beneath the great calamity, the Song Clan cannot escape, and all perish!"

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