Calamity Fate Palace Main Altar.

In mid-air, Mei Qingfeng’s expression was tense as she led a team of elder disciples on patrol. The once resplendent clouds and purple aura in the dim sky had significantly diminished compared to the past.

This was a sign of the sect’s fortune drastically declining. Rough estimates showed it was less than thirty percent of its peak, and the trend of fortune dissipating had not yet completely stopped.

The void land spanning billions of miles had over a third of its area shattered in a cataclysmic battle. The Mountain Protection Array built upon it had long since collapsed.

As for the disciples of the past, only about two or three out of ten remained alive, many of whom were severely injured from the battle.

In short, the Calamity Fate Palace had suffered a devastating blow, unprecedented in its history. It was uncertain how long it would take to heal the wounds and return to its former peak state.

“Damn the Heavenly Human Clan…”

Even with her composure as a Saintess, Mei Qingfeng couldn’t help but feel the urge to curse their ancestors. If it weren’t for those outsiders causing trouble, how could her sect have suffered such a calamity?

Of course, Calamity Fate Palace had secretly colluded with them in the past, reaping benefits they shouldn’t have. This calamity seemed like karmic retribution.

On the vast land, groups of disciples could be seen repairing various formation nodes. In the void, high-ranking elders were using great magical power to gather the shattered land masses and reassemble them.

However, such a massive project was not only incredibly consuming but also faced a shortage of manpower. Completing it was far from a one-day task, and for now, they could only take it step by step.

“Your Highness, a large number of Magic Clan progeny troops have appeared in the Muyang Star Region. The disciples stationed there are struggling to hold them off and urgently need sect support,” reported an elder after bowing.

“I understand. I’ll discuss it with Master right away.”

Mei Qingfeng rubbed her temples, feeling a sense of exhaustion.

Perhaps due to the sect’s fortune plummeting, the frequency and scale of Magic Clan attacks on their territories had increased, with the individual strength of the attackers growing stronger. The sect’s mobile support forces were stretched thin, suffering heavy casualties, no longer as efficient as before.

In the Council Hall of the sect.

At this moment, the founding ancestor of Calamity Fate Palace, Immortal Venerable Ziyang, sat with a grim expression at the head seat. Yun Miaozhi stood below with his head bowed, surrounded by a group of surviving high-ranking elders, all looking respectful.

“Look at the mess you’ve made!”

Immortal Venerable Ziyang glared coldly at Yun Miaozhi, barely suppressing his rage. He had often felt the urge to kill him on the spot. After leading the disciples to ascend, what kind of descendants had he left behind?

For their own selfish gains, they colluded with outsiders, betraying the interests of the Great Void, secretly cooperating with the Heavenly Human Clan for years, thinking they were clever, but in reality, they were just seeking trouble with a tiger, being used by the Heavenly Human Clan to plot against the Great Void’s fortune.

If not for the timely return of the founding ancestors, the entire sect’s foundation would have become someone else’s spoils of war.

Moreover, to drive away those outsiders, three of Immortal Venerable Ziyang’s prized disciples had perished in the battle, their souls unrecoverable. The remaining three were severely injured, their recovery uncertain.

These unworthy descendants were experts at betraying their ancestors!

If not for the sect’s current need for manpower, Immortal Venerable Ziyang would have scattered their souls without hesitation.

After venting his anger, Immortal Venerable Ziyang asked helplessly, “Have we found the whereabouts of those outsiders?”

Yun Miaozhi cautiously replied, “Not yet. The last we heard of them was three days ago when they had just escaped into the dark Immortal Domain near the Yanmo Nebula.”

Due to the presence of two intact Emperors on the Heavenly Human Clan’s side, the Calamity Fate Palace’s spies didn’t dare to pursue too closely, only trailing from a distance. However, the other side’s methods were also formidable, and they had mostly evaded the palace’s tracking by now.

Continuing the pursuit was possible, but the Calamity Fate Palace no longer had the capability to annihilate them. Even if they were found, there wasn’t much they could do.

Asking other sects for help?

Forget it. The outside forces, one by one, had no goodwill towards the Calamity Fate Palace. Seeing them in trouble, they were more likely to add insult to injury than offer assistance.

Immortal Venerable Ziyang sighed, “For now, focus on repairing the sect’s Main Altar. Other matters can wait.”

“Yes, Ancestor.”

Yun Miaozhi responded respectfully. He wanted to ask if the sect had enough strength in the upper realm to send more experts back, which would make it easier to get through this weak period.

But he knew Immortal Venerable Ziyang was in a foul mood, and one wrong word could provoke his wrath, so he didn’t dare say more.

Immortal Venerable Ziyang knew his own situation well. In the upper realm, the Calamity Fate Palace, not known for its formidable combat power, hadn’t fared well in recent years, often engaging in conflicts with surrounding forces to seize territory, severely depleting the sect’s strength.

So, the seven Quasi Holy Emperors who returned were already half of the sect’s strategic force in the upper realm. Drawing more would jeopardize the safety of their foundation there, so it wasn’t an option unless absolutely necessary.

Thus, Immortal Venerable Ziyang could only hope that the three severely injured Emperors would recover quickly and that the sect’s Main Altar would be repaired, giving them a chance to reclaim the Great Void’s fortune.

If they delayed until the ancestors of other sects returned, the Calamity Fate Palace would struggle to make any significant moves.

…

Deep within the dark Immortal Domain.

In a temporarily excavated cave in an abandoned floating land, Zihuang and Lingxi stood silently beside Baiyuan Emperor, their expressions dim.

Not far away, a group of Daluo-level experts from the Heavenly Human Clan were quietly setting up an altar and constructing a formation array. With ready-made materials at hand, the progress was quite fast.

Once the formation was complete and the time-space passage reopened, the surviving Heavenly Human Clan experts could return to the Misty Illusion Secret Realm. Healing and recovery would be much easier there.

However, the two fallen Emperors and thousands of Taiyi and Daluo-level experts could not be revived.

“Are we just going back like this?”

Yuanxi Emperor asked, unwilling to accept the situation.

Baiyuan Emperor sighed softly, expressionless, “What else can we do? We no longer have enough strength, and the Great Void is not our home ground. If we don’t want to be besieged by the human forces, returning to the Misty Illusion Secret Realm is the wisest choice.”

This time, the Heavenly Human Clan had invested unprecedentedly, thinking they could achieve great success, but the unexpected came too quickly!

Yuanxi Emperor’s face was ashen, “With the upper realm’s forces returning to the Great Void, if we don’t take appropriate measures, the fortune of this time-space will be out of our reach. Without this significant gain, our exiled clan may never return to the Heavenly Realm’s ancestral land.”

Baiyuan Emperor glanced at him, “In that case, we can only try to recall those old fellows who are out wandering. In these turbulent times, no one can stay out of it.”

The Heavenly Human Clan had nine Quasi Holy Emperors on the surface, holding the highest authority in the Misty Illusion Secret Realm, but their hidden strategic reserves were far more.

Having suffered such a setback, if they wanted to continue plotting against the Great Void, they had to bet more. For the Heavenly Human Clan, this was a war they couldn’t afford to lose.

“Anyway, let’s go back first.”

Baiyuan Emperor said softly, “Once we’ve healed, we’ll return. Given the current situation in the Great Void, the human forces will inevitably clash among themselves. From our Heavenly Human Clan’s perspective, we might as well let them fight it out first. When the time is right, our opportunity will come.”

The supreme opportunity was singular, and everyone wanted it. So when the great slaughter began, a sea of corpses and blood would be inevitable.

If the Heavenly Human Clan changed their strategy to sit back and watch the tigers fight, they would have a high chance of laughing last.

“Alright, let’s do that.”

Yuanxi Emperor sighed in relief, feeling that his injuries weren’t as painful anymore.

…

Cloud Dream Heavenly Palace, behind Imperial Dao Peak.

On the large training ground, the senior sisters were divided into two groups, sparring with their sword techniques. Light and shadow intertwined, and sword qi whistled.

Qing Muling leaned back in his chair, leisurely sipping spiritual wine and nectar, silently admiring the swordsmanship of his senior sisters. Luo Huan and Fengxia sat on either side of him, attentively serving him.

Under the table, Su Yuanzhen bowed her head, her black hair cascading over her ample chest. Her beautiful eyes shimmered as she carefully massaged his legs.

Due to her highest cultivation, she wasn’t allowed to participate in the sparring and could only stay to serve Junior Brother, which she was more than happy to do.

After watching for a while, Qing Muling had to admit that Third Senior Sister Qi Yalan had a clear advantage. Her talent lay in swordsmanship, and she had received a significant amount of Dao Rhyme from Qing Muling, allowing her to surpass most of the senior and junior sisters.

Only Dragon Ritual Princess could suppress her with her superior cultivation level. As for Luo Qinghan and Mu Yingshuang, the later Saintess candidates, they were far inferior to Qi Yalan in both cultivation and swordsmanship.

Qingchan Fairy’s performance was average. Qing Muling watched for a moment, unimpressed by her swordsmanship but keenly aware of her unusually voluptuous figure, her ample chest and hips. The intense sparring made it hard for him to keep his heart steady. Thinking for a moment, Qing Muling picked up his communication jade talisman and discreetly sent her a message: “Wash up and wait for me tonight!”

On the field, Qingchan Fairy, dressed in deep green combat attire, felt something and glanced at the jade talisman on her wrist, her beautiful eyes showing a hint of amusement.

“???”

Wait for me?

Junior Brother, Junior Brother, do you even know who will be waiting for whom?

Casting a sidelong glance at the handsome young man in purple on the sidelines, Qingchan Fairy’s eyes sparkled with mischief, already planning what to do with him tonight.