"Oh my God, what have we done wrong? Why are you doing this to us?"

In Liyang, there were constant wailing sounds. The people of Liyang, who were struggling in the midst of misery, had only despair in their eyes.

Looking at the hole above their heads getting bigger and bigger, water from the sky pouring in, and most of the land being submerged, they had no idea what they had done wrong and why God treated them like this.

In this catastrophe, countless innocent lives were lost and countless families were on the verge of extinction.

This scene of hell on earth was seen by all the disciples of the holy land of immortals, and they felt helpless and angry.

"well……"

With a sigh, Liu Qingfeng leaned weakly against a big tree, groaning sadly.

Over the past few months, he has led tens of thousands of Butian Sect disciples to rush to disaster areas and saved countless innocent people.

However, many people still died in Tianshui and their lives were ruthlessly taken away.

Seeing his angry look, Qi Hao shook his head and walked up to him, saying, "Big Brother, you have done your best. Don't blame yourself. We have seen everything you have done, and the people of Liyang have seen it. You are our best role model."

"Let's go. Several months ago, the head teacher issued a decree for us to return to Qinchuan as soon as possible."

"The weirdness has struck again. In just a few months, several of our teams have been attacked in succession, with heavy casualties."

"If we continue to delay like this, I'm afraid that my Butian Sect will be completely wiped out."

After listening to Qi Hao's persuasion, Liu Qingfeng just sighed helplessly.

How could he not understand this truth, but... looking at these innocent people, he always felt soft-hearted and didn't want to abandon them.

In a hundred days, there is a lot of work to be done.

Many more innocent souls have been added to the vast wilderness.

Looking back at the people below who were looking forward to it and crying bitterly, Liu Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Walk!"

Finally, he made up his mind to return to Qinchuan with the last group of survivors.

At this time, on Zixia Peak.

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shone into the room from the window and shone on Lin Qingzhu's face.

After several months of deep sleep, she opened her eyes for the first time, sat up with difficulty, and looked out the window at the gray sky outside the mountain, where water was constantly pouring in.

I have a strong sense of loss in my heart and my eyes are full of confusion.

"How long have I slept?"

The scene that came into view forced her to ask herself, how long had she slept?

Is this still the world she is familiar with?

Pushing open the door, Lin Qingzhu dragged her frail body and walked out of the room.

Looking at the entire Zixia Peak, it was deserted and lifeless.

Feeling uneasy, Lin Qingzhu hurriedly walked towards the main hall, which was empty.

"Master, Wan'er..."

Lin Qingzhu called out silently, not knowing what had happened. Why weren't Master and Wan'er here? Where did they go?

I felt extremely lost inside, and the uneasiness in my heart became stronger and stronger.

Just when she was confused, a surprised and unexpected voice came from behind.

“Senior Sister…”

When Lin Qingzhu heard the familiar voice, she turned her head sharply and saw a fiery red figure rushing towards her quickly and falling directly into her arms.

"Senior Sister, you finally woke up..."

Looking at her senior sister who had regained consciousness, Zhao Wan'er, who had endured months of loneliness, burst into tears. It seemed that she had found someone to whom she could confide the grievances in her heart.

During the hundred days on earth, there were constant disasters below the mountain, and life on the mountain was equally torturous.

The master was away, the master's wife was in seclusion, and the senior sister was in deep sleep. The past hundred days had an extremely huge impact on Zhao Wan'er's mind.

She didn't know what to do, nor did she know what she could do.

I can only practice every day and feel that each day feels like a year.

Gently caressing the junior sister in his arms, Lin Qingzhu asked softly: "Wan'er, how long did I sleep this time?"

"Senior Sister, you slept for a full hundred days."

Zhao Wan'er answered while wiping her tears and pursing her lips.

"One hundred days?"

Little did she know that when she said this, Lin Qingzhu's heart trembled and his brows furrowed.

She had no idea that she had slept for so long this time.

It seems that what the master said was right. The third sword of the Grass Sword is indeed very costly and should not be used lightly unless it is absolutely necessary.

However, this time, it can be said that it was a blessing in disguise. Because of a deep sleep, her understanding of the way of the sword reached a higher level and her strength improved by leaps and bounds.

Have some experience.

but……

Looking up at the hole in the sky, Lin Qingzhu felt uneasy and asked, "Wan'er, what happened during the months I was asleep?"

"Also, what's going on with that hole in the sky?"

"Where did the Master go?"

A series of questions troubled Lin Qingzhu.

Zhao Wan'er helped her sit on the steps in front of the Qianqing Palace, looked at the scenery in the sky, and explained it to her one by one.

Tell her a series of events that happened after she fell asleep.

When Lin Qingzhu learned that after he fell asleep, the altar collapsed, a crack appeared in the sky and earth, and water from the sky poured into the human world, his face turned pale.

She could imagine the current scene on earth, which must be a mess with countless deaths and injuries.

He also learned that tens of thousands of disciples of the Butian Sect went down the mountain to save the world, but were tragically attacked and fought hard. He couldn't help but clench his fists.

"hateful!"

Some time ago, most of the disciples of the Butian Sect had returned to Qinchuan.

But most of the disciples were injured.

Not surprisingly, all of their injuries were caused by strange attacks.

Because of this incident, Meng Tianzheng was furious, and held another seven-club meeting to discuss how to deal with this disgusting thing.

As Zhao Wan'er explained, Lin Qingzhu slowly understood everything that had happened during the hundred days she was asleep.

I felt a sense of melancholy inside, as if I had missed a lot.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Wan'er continued, "Senior Sister, Master went down the mountain a few months ago. He didn't say where he was going, but just said that there was something he needed to do."

"After he left, there was no news of him. None of my disciples outside the Butian Sect had seen any trace of him."

"Master's wife is now in seclusion in Zixia Cave. Several months have passed, and there is no sign of her coming out."

Speaking of this, Zhao Wan'er felt a little depressed and was very worried about the safety of her master. She wanted to go down the mountain to look for her master countless times, but her sleeping senior sister needed her care and she couldn't get away.

After listening to Zhao Wan'er's explanation, Lin Qingzhu was worried and remained silent for a long time.

"Master, your strength is unfathomable and it is hard to find an opponent in the world. I don't think there will be any accidents."

He continued to mutter, "Now that the world has suffered such a disaster, we cultivators have always taken it as our responsibility to save the people, so we cannot ignore it."

At this point, Lin Qingzhu's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and after a brief recovery, he said, "Wan'er, wait on the mountain, don't run around. I'm going to Yuqing Palace."

After saying that, she left too.

At this point, Zhao Wan'er was once again left alone in the entire Zixia Peak, silently guarding the mountain gate.