Chu Yao, Tang Wan-er, and Ye Zhiqiu were still in seclusion. Their auras rumbled around them, and pillars of divine light shone down from the heavens, enveloping each of them.

The divine light illuminated their peerless beauty, making every one of them look like pure and holy fairies.

Their eyes were closed and they had their hands in a seal. Their manifestations were present behind them like masses of primal chaos. Within that primal chaos, light flowed around. Powerful pressure came from them.

“Fortunately, they weren’t disturbed this time. They’re all in a critical state. The consequences would have been disastrous.” Unbeknownst to Long Chen, Meng Qi had arrived, standing beside him.

“Meng Qi, why aren’t you resting? Your Yuan Spirit needs to recuperate,” said Long Chen.

To block Kun Pengzi’s killing blow against Cloud, Meng Qi had sacrificed the original true feather of the Blue Eye Peacock. That was a weapon that she had refined for a long time. Part of her...