Zewu escaped.
They were sucked into the Star Abyss Condensed Stone and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Only then did Song Siyao have time to ask her master, "What place is Xingyuan?"
Everyone knows that Xingyuan can influence people to have evil thoughts, shake their minds, and make them easily fall into demonic possession.
Yet no one has ever said what exactly is inside the Star Abyss.
Before Yan Shanjun could explain, he hurriedly waved his hand at her and gathered a group of people to rush towards Xingyuan.
Song Tingwan and her sister wanted to follow the group of powerful figures, but Yan Shanjun refused.
"You stay here to clean up the mess. Wutong Mountain is your responsibility. Everyone who has been to Xingyuan before is coming with me. No one else is allowed to follow."
After speaking sternly, Lord Yanshan hurriedly left.
Song Tingwan and her companions, who were left behind, looked at each other in bewilderment.
Shen Zhuochuan raised an eyebrow.
He was also kept behind.
Wu Gan floated over from the side and bowed deeply to Song Tingwan.
"Thank you for saving us, Venerable One. Wugan and Aling owe you so much, and we don't know how to repay you."
Wu Ling's ghostly aura subtly tugged at her father's even stronger ghostly aura, seemingly a little embarrassed as she quietly conveyed her meaning through her ghostly aura.
Father, there's no need to be so polite with Wan'er.
As he spoke, he showed a rare hint of pride in front of his own father.
It's like they're proud of how amazing their friend is.
They also have a very good relationship.
"You're too kind. We're good friends with Wu Ling. If you don't mind, how about I call you Uncle?"
Song Tingwan avoided his bow; she still had a good impression of this uncle who was from the same clan as her mother.
“Then I will call you Wan’er, my little friend. As for Xingyuan, whom you are curious about, I also helped Venerable Dongming reinforce the barrier in the past.”
Song Tingwan and the others became serious, waiting for him to continue.
But Wu Gan shook his head at them, indicating that it was too early to say anything with so many people around.
Although Lord Yanshan took away a large group of people, they were only powerful cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending stage. The remaining cultivators, such as Yun Qian, were waiting to help them clean up the mess.
This is not a good time to speak.
Song Tingwan nodded slightly.
Slightly lagging behind by two steps, even Shen Zhuochuan slowed down. Led by Song Siyao, the group joined Yun Qian and the others.
"Wutong Mountain is so badly destroyed, and there are still ghost cultivators who have regained consciousness. We can't just let them wander around."
Yun Qian was quite perplexed.
Wan Qiji spoke up at the opportune moment: "How about these ghost cultivators be brought under the control of my Demon Realm?"
The high-level cultivators carefully selected by Wutong Mountain, once they become ghost cultivators, should not be underestimated if they gather together.
"My Cloud Peak also embraces all cultivators. Why don't we ask everyone's wishes?" Shen Zhuochuan smiled gently, very confident in the status of Cloud Peak.
Wan Qiji and Shen Zhuochuan stared at each other in mid-air, while Song Tingwan and A Yao stood between them, the two sisters tacitly curving their lips without interfering.
The two of them went to discuss the ownership issue with the ghost cultivators, while Song Tingwan, A Yao, her disciple, and Qin Yuanyuan pondered how to deal with this magma land.
The remaining forces and Yun Qian were also discussing the issue of Wutong Mountain.
"Magma is not something ordinary people can get close to, but what we are seeing in front of us doesn't look like normal magma."
Baili Xijiang squatted down and reached out to touch the lava, but Qin Xi slapped him away.
"Are you out of your mind?"
Baili Xijiang gave her a strange look. "I am a dragon. My aunt and the other red dragons love to soak in lava. Although I am not a red dragon, lava is not enough to hurt me."
They, the dragons, are mighty and domineering; mere magma is nothing to them.
Song Siyao raised an eyebrow while holding his sword, then turned to look at the lava and suddenly frowned. "It's changing."
Song Tingwan had just released Yuehe Xun and placed Xiao Qi's withered leaf in her palm.
The Lord of Wuchen Palace left with Lord Yanshan, but his wife and several young masters are still there, sadly searching for their little Qi among countless ghost cultivators.
"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, Wan'er, my mother, brother, and sister are over there."
Song Tingwan watched as the lava slowly changed color, and the others also realized what was happening, discussing among themselves as the lava transformed into a pseudo-lava.
Ghostly energy and strange fire surged.
It then slowly faded away.
As if hearing Xiao Qi's voice, the fourth young master of Wuchen Palace, who had been following the sound, hesitated before Song Tingwan, "Venerable Zhenmian..."
She had mixed feelings; she wanted to bring up her past experiences and then express her gratitude, but she was also anxious to find her younger brother.
For a moment, I hesitated, unsure of which thing to say.
Unexpectedly, her little Qi's voice came from Song Tingwan's palm.
"Fourth sister, I'm here! I'm here! I haven't learned how to get out of the leaves yet—"
Song Tingwan chuckled and handed the withered leaf in her hand to the beautiful woman in front of her. "Here, I happened to run into your child."
Ji Songyin gratefully accepted the withered leaf with both hands. "Thank you for saving me, Venerable One. Including the kindness you showed me in the past, our Wuchen Palace already owes you two debts of gratitude."
"Thank you, Venerable One. I will thank you properly after I learn how to get out. Venerable One, Venerable One, may I call you Sister Wan'er, just like that little white tiger?"
Ji Xiaoqi chattered on and on, finding this Venerable Pillow Sleep to be exceptionally gentle and approachable.
"sure."
Song Tingwan chuckled and casually released Xiao Ao as well. Xiao Ao rubbed against her leg and looked around curiously.
"It's nothing much, don't worry about it."
Song Tingwan didn't care much about the favors they mentioned, but remembering some rumors about Wuchen Palace, she paused and tentatively asked.
"I've heard that Wuchen Palace once searched extensively for the Spirit Gathering Grass? Although it's just a rumor, I'm still curious."
Before Ji Songyin could speak, Ji Xiaoqi floated up and said directly, "Let my fourth sister pick one for you, my family has a whole patch of them."
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