The cave was damp and cold, with a bone-chilling cold seeping from the rock walls. It lacked any of the warm and spiritual energy of the former celestial abode, leaving only a lifeless and oppressive atmosphere.
Su Qingyuan leaned against the cold rock wall, her once pristine white sect robe now stained with dust and blood, torn and ripped in many places, no longer possessing her former elegant and refined appearance.
Her shoulders and chest were covered with unhealed severe injuries, most of her meridians were broken, and her dantian was badly damaged. She had been forcibly suppressing her injuries and her mind was depressed for days, which had already exhausted her.
That usually aloof and stunning face was now deathly pale, devoid of any color. Her lips were cracked and white, and her eyes were lifeless and empty, without a trace of light.
Ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.
Ten days ago, she was the renowned young lady of the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace, residing atop the sacred mountain, revered by countless disciples, with a profound sect foundation and a bright and promising future.
But one day disaster struck, heroes attacked the clan, and the sky collapsed and the earth caved in.
She witnessed her father sacrifice his own life to protect the sect’s lineage, burning away his own foundation of cultivation.
Seeing all the Supreme Elders and Sect Protectors die one after another on the battlefield, their bodies never to be found;
Looking at his fellow disciples who had been by his side day and night, he saw the sacred mountain stained with blood and corpses strewn across the land.
The Heavenly Palace of Myriad Laws, which had stood for millennia, collapsed in a single day, destroying the path to immortality and severing its lineage.
Once a revered legitimate daughter of a celestial sect, she suddenly became a wanted fugitive by various sects, hiding in this dark and sunless cave with a few remaining soldiers, barely clinging to life, her days numbered in the balance.
Endless despair, regret, and resentment clung tightly to her soul, causing her Dao heart to crack inch by inch.
If it weren’t for her unwavering devotion to the last few disciples who followed her in escaping, and if it weren’t for the deep-seated hatred she still harbored, she would have already succumbed to this extreme torment.
“Young Miss please stop thinking nonsense and focus on recuperating and healing your injuries.”
A young disciple beside her, who only had one arm left, looked at her lifeless appearance, his nose stinging with tears, and whispered words of comfort.
The other two disciples also rushed over, their eyes filled with worry.
They were all senior disciples who had survived the great war. Having witnessed the destruction of their sect and the deaths of their elders, they were filled with grief. Their only thought now was to protect their young lady and help her live.
Su Qingyuan opened her dry lips, wanting to speak, but a sudden, sharp pain surged in her chest, and a metallic taste rushed to her throat.
puff–
A mouthful of scalding, scarlet blood suddenly spurted out, splashing onto the bluestone ground in front of him, a shocking sight.
She swayed and nearly fell to the ground. A thick black mist instantly clouded her previously empty eyes, and her injuries were on the verge of deterioration.
“Young Miss!”
“Young Miss! How are you?!”
Several disciples were shocked and rushed forward to carefully support her. They frantically took out the last remaining healing medicine and carefully suppressed her injuries, their eyes filled with anxiety and helplessness.
Their cultivation levels were low and their resources were scarce, so they were powerless to cure her serious injuries and could only barely keep her alive.
Su Qingyuan leaned on her disciple’s shoulder, slowly closed her eyes, her heart aching uncontrollably, and her mind growing increasingly hazy.
His family was destroyed, his sect was ruined, his future was uncertain, and he was surrounded by enemies.
She didn’t know how much longer she could hold on, nor did she know if she would ever have the chance to avenge this deep-seated hatred.
……
Meanwhile, outside the ruins of the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace.
Standing atop the dilapidated sacred mountain, David gazed at his ravaged homeland, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness.
“I spread my divine sense and searched within a hundred miles. I will not let go of any trace of the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace’s aura.”
He turned to Jiang Xuelan and Ling Xiyue and whispered.
As soon as he finished speaking, he no longer held back any of his strength.
Ordinary cultivators would suffer enormous losses and soul pain when spreading their divine sense over a hundred miles, but David, who possessed the Daoist essence of all heavens and controlled the origin of chaos, had a boundless and vast divine sense.
Even so, in order to accurately capture the faint remaining aura, he still actively consumed his own divine soul essence, and swept out his divine sense like a tidal wave, completely covering the entire desolate mountain range.
Every blade of grass, every tree, every speck of dust, every breath of air, stretching for miles, is reflected in my heart and soul.
Jiang Xuelan quietly stayed by his side, her gaze gentle and concerned, constantly watching his condition, knowing that he felt deep guilt and that his search was driven by a strong obsession.
Ling Xiyue stood obediently to the side, not daring to make a sound, and silently accompanied him.
The three flew onward, while David continued his search.
A moment later, David suddenly raised his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing in them.
A hundred miles away, a faint aura, extremely hidden and concealed by layers of arrays and miasma, quietly entered his perception.
The aura was fragmented and weak, yet unique; it was the pure Daoist essence of the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace sect, and there was no doubt about it.
Someone is alive!
Moreover, it is highly likely that they are the remaining core disciples!