What kind of strength is this?!

Even those ancient ancestors who lived in seclusion in forbidden areas could never do it so casually!

Lin Zhou seemed to simply brush off the dust, not even glancing at the pools of blood mist, and waved to Xiao Chen and the other two: "Let's go, let's go home."

With a flash of white light, Xiao Chen, Jiang Li, and Shi Tou vanished from their original positions, along with the white-robed phantom, turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air.

Only when the white light completely disappeared did the people in the dead end seem to suddenly break free from an ice cellar, collapsing to the ground, panting heavily, many of them so scared they wet their pants.

"Who...who was that just now?" someone asked, their voice trembling and their teeth chattering.

No one can answer that.

Gui Xuan clutched his chest; when Lin Zhou's gaze swept over him just now, he felt as if his very soul had almost dissipated.

Looking in the direction where Lin Zhou disappeared, still shaken, his eyes filled with horror: "At least... Ascension Realm? No, even more terrifying than the Ascension Realm!"

The white-robed elder of the Three Saints Sect turned pale and murmured, "Qingyun Sect... Xiao Chen... Jiang Li... Shi Tou... These three names must be remembered. From now on, no one from the Qingyun Sect should be provoked!"

The others also realized what was happening and looked towards the southern region where the Qingyun Sect was located, their eyes filled with awe and fear.

A mere snort from a cultivator capable of causing a cultivator in the Dao Seeking Realm to explode and die—who among the disciples of that sect would dare to provoke such a being again?

In the dead end, all that remained were bloodstains, a limp cultivator, and the ancient vines that still exuded a fierce aura.

And Qingyun Sect Bamboo Courtyard.

A flash of white light, and Xiao Chen and the other two landed steadily in the courtyard.

The leaves of the old locust tree rustled, the spirit tea on the stone table was still steaming, and Lin Zhou was lying on the bamboo chair, slowly flipping through his notes, as if he had never left.

"Master..." Jiang Li looked at Lin Zhou, still somewhat dazed.

Lin Zhou looked up and tossed them a bottle of pills: "For healing. Next time you're surrounded like that, just bear it yourself and don't call me."

Xiao Chen and the other two accepted the pills, their faces showing an awkward yet relieved smile.

The breeze in the bamboo courtyard was still gentle, and the sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

The terrifying ordeal in the endless forest had only just begun to spread throughout the four regions.

A force, along with that blood mist, was quietly imprinted on the hearts of all cultivators—

Qingyun Sect