Spirit Ruin, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Li Guanqi looked up, glanced around, and said quietly, “All of you, go attend to your own affairs.”

The others snapped out of their daze, bowed hastily, and scattered to their tasks.

The Daxia Sword Sect had taken in a considerable number of people from clans and sects across the region, and most of them were seriously injured. Peng Luo was at Pill Peak, directing the construction of an enormous medicinal bath pool. Even Sun Miao had to admit that when it came to combining the properties of spirit herbs and spirit plants, Peng Luo’s knowledge was nothing short of a top-tier alchemist’s.

Li Guanqi swept his divine consciousness across the surroundings and confirmed that the sect was holding steady for the time being. He thought for a moment, then took a step and tore open the void. A moment later, he appeared in the Guanyun Pavilion.

The atmosphere inside was extraordinarily tense. Everyone had their heads buried in work, and not a single person noticed Li Guanqi had arrived.

He paid no mind to such details. When he walked into the main hall and saw Ji Yuchuan flanked by no fewer than a thousand clones, he was stunned. Only then did he understand why Ji Yuchuan had been the only person in the Blue Tower of the Heavenly Intelligence Pavilion back then.

Ji Yuchuan alone was worth a million men. He was running the hall with perfect order and composure.

He lifted his gaze to Li Guanqi, then raised a hand. A light screen thirty zhang across materialized before them. It displayed a map of the entire Azure Cloud Continent with dense clusters of black flames burning across its surface. Each flame marked a location where Abyssal Demons had appeared, and their numbers were growing by the moment.

More than a hundred violet-gold points of light also dotted the map, representing the cultivators the Daxia Sword Sect had dispatched as reinforcements. Against the sea of black flames, however, those hundred-odd lights were no more than a drop in the ocean.