Early morning found Wang Xuan and the two Celestial Sword Maidens in An City, coming upon the ghastly sight of Qing Mu, his complexion ashen.0

Upon laying eyes on Wang Xuan, Qing Mu stared intently, his silent gaze asking a clear question: "Was it you who caused the shock?"0

"Have you become a mortal again?" Wang Xuan, unfazed and accustomed to the sight, chuckled. "No worries, I’ll patch things up soon."0

The immediate task was to contact the Immortal Lands to check on the status of the great masters and figure out how best to distribute the Spirit Blood Pool.0

"Old Zhang, why do you look so… Frail?" Wang Xuan queried as he established contact with the depths of the universe. Old Zhang was the first to appear on the screen, looking utterly depleted.0

"My main body was mobbed in the Great Barrier, and what's with that informal address, kid?" Patriarch Zhang grumbled, clearly irked, having been relentlessly pursued by a horde of supremes. Only his formidable strength had saved him from death.0

"I’ve discovered a Spirit Blood Pool. Do you need it?" Wang Xuan cut straight to the point, avoiding any risk of signal interruption.0

"Of course, it might not mean much to Little Zhang, but for me, it’s a godsend!" Lord Ming Blood joined the conversation, his tired eyes lighting up.0

"It would be useful for...0