This light of rit was boundlessly grand, belonging to the countless cultivators within Vermilion Bird City. They had resisted the Demon Race, exorcised demons, protected the Dao, saved all living beings, and withstood a great calamity. For this, they were rewarded by the Heavenly Dao.
The rit falling upon Wang Xiu’s head was particularly substantial, like a golden pillar of light connecting Heaven and Earth. Under the cleansing of this golden light, his body seed to grow even more upright and imposing. He was like an immortal god, dazzling and brilliant.
BOOM!
His cultivation level broke through. Wang Xiu’s strength took another step forward, reaching the Seventh Layer of the Nascent Soul Realm.
Everyone watched this unfold with astonishnt, but they harbored no feelings of jealousy. In this battle, Wang Xiu had been like a god of war, slaying countless mbers of the Demon Race. The re ntion of his na intimidated many a Great Demon—a sight witnessed by all.
It was no exaggeration to say that if Wang Xiu hadn’t been there, the battle, even if won, would have been absolutely brutal. The casualty rate would likely have been as high as sixty to seventy percent.
The rest, such as Ye Guhong, Luo Hongyi, Li Xuanqi, and other prodigies, had also contributed greatly. They received equally rich rewards of rit as runes erged on their bodies, faintly coating them in a golden radiance. Clearly, their gains were also significant.
"Hiss... I almost forgot sothing..." Looking at the golden light of rit, Wang Xiu slapped his forehead, suddenly rembering. He turned, faced the sky, and bowed several tis with great sincerity. "Thank you, mighty Heavenly Dao, for taking ti out of your busy schedule to smite !"
BOOM!
The mont he finished speaking, a thunderbolt crashed down right beside his feet, blasting a large crater from which black smoke billowed.
Wang Xiu: "..."
His mouth twitched. The old master Heavenly Dao has quite a temper. He just handed out rits, and in the blink of an eye, he’s turned hostile...
The thought had barely ford when...
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Six consecutive thunderbolts fell, striking in a circle around Wang Xiu and scorching the ground black.
Wang Xiu’s liver trembled in fright! He could feel the soles of his shoes growing hot!
Everyone: "..."
"Senior Brother, perhaps you should tone it down next ti... The old master Heavenly Dao is also quite busy, you know!" Ji Zidian said, cautiously walking up and tugging on Wang Xiu’s sleeve.
That was the Heavenly Dao! The supre and transcendent Heavenly Dao. Yet Wang Xiu had treated it like an underling, summoning it seven tis in a row. Who wouldn’t lose their temper over that?
"Ahem..." Wang Xiu touched his nose, a bit embarrassed.
BUZZ! BUZZ!
At that mont, the communication waist tokens of the prodigies began to vibrate one after another. They took them out and looked, and expressions of joy imdiately appeared on their faces.
"The situation at Demon Sea Island has been handled!"
"Hundreds of Saint Ancestors rushed over. They not only forced those restless demons back but also sealed the breach once again!"
"Phew, that’s great news!"
"..."
The prodigies were overjoyed. This was a cause for great celebration. The seal on Demon Sea Island hadn’t completely broken, so it wasn’t too late to nd the damage. The worst-case scenario had been averted.
"Junior Brother Wang Xiu, we must take our leave now!" Li Xuanqi said as she approached. Her long, graceful legs shone like jade, her beautiful curves fair and captivating in the sunlight. She looked at Wang Xiu, her lovely eyes blinking with a hint of reluctance. They had received word from their sect elders to return to the Immortal Sect as quickly as possible, likely for an important matter.
"Take care, Senior Sister Li!" Wang Xiu said with a smile, clasping his hands.
"We’ve been through life and death together, and all I get is a simple ’take care’?" Li Xuanqi’s gaze was teasing, though the tips of her ears were slightly red.
The onlookers exchanged strange glances. Why was the famously pure and aloof Saintess of Mount Shu suddenly acting like a pouting young maiden? Her tone was almost coquettish.
"Uh..." Wang Xiu hesitated for a mont before stepping forward to give Li Xuanqi a light hug. "Co visit at Spirit Turtle Peak when you have ti. I’ll roll out the red carpet for you!"
"I will!" Li Xuanqi’s cheeks flushed faintly as she finally turned and left.
"So annoying! I don’t wanna go!" Zhang Yuge complained, shuffling over unhappily.
"You’re a Saint Heir, try to be a bit more dignified!" Wang Xiu chided with a laugh, patting his shoulder. "It’s not like we’ll never see each other again. I have a feeling we’ll be fighting side-by-side again very soon!"
"I hope that day cos quickly!" Zhang Yuge grinned, giving Wang Xiu a firm hug before he too departed.
One by one, the other prodigies—Bei Tangfeng, Qingzhou, Sima Yulong—all stepped forward to bid Wang Xiu a solemn farewell.
Soon, only the mbers of the Sanqing Immortal Sect remained, and the scene suddenly felt a little desolate.
"Let’s head back too," Wang Xiu said with a smile. Sect Leader Zhuo Canglang had been sending urgent ssages urging them to return; he had already sent several in just the past few monts.
"Senior Brother Wang Xiu, I want one too!" Ji Zidian suddenly declared, looking up and shaking his arm while pouting.
"But we’re not separating," Wang Xiu replied with a slight frown.
"I don’t care! I want one! You hugged them!" Ji Zidian pouted.
"Alright, alright..." Wang Xiu sighed helplessly and stepped forward to hug Ji Zidian.
"Ahem!"
Just then, an ill-tid cough echoed from above.
A cloud ship, bearing the unique insignia of the Sanqing Immortal Sect, broke through the sea of clouds.
Zhuo Canglang and the other elders stood at the prow, looking down. It seed they had grown too impatient to wait and had co to pick up Wang Xiu’s group personally. Ji Yan was also in the crowd, and he happened to see that exact mont, causing him to glare, his beard puffing out in anger.
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