Mount Qiyun.
At Xu Xuan's command, all forces of the Dao Sect headed southwest.
"Tong Long, this time you will lead the team and meet up with the frontline troops," Xu Xuan said, facing an old man who had once been a spirited young man, now aged.
"Yes, does the Daoist Sect Leader have any other instructions?" Tong Long asked.
He had been nearly retired, at most teaching in the back and compiling some historical texts and archives of the Dao Sect. Yet, he found himself pulled back into service.
How could he be absent from such a significant event of the Dao Sect?
"Tell Black Fiend to leave more corpses."
Xu Xuan instructed.
He needed to refine more Strange Jade to breakthrough to his Nascent Soul.
After all, this world was fundamentally still imperfect, just slightly better than the last one.
Even though this realm had Spiritual Energy, these impure Spiritual Energies were at best equivalent to a stinking ditch, which he dared not drink from unless absolutely necessary.
