The blood demon Chi Zu combed through the cultivators who managed to come back alive from the Domain, looking for the disciples affiliated with his sect.
But to his dismay, none of them made it out alive.
How did he know?
The portal closing behind those who came was the irrefutable proof that either no one inside was alive or, even if they were, they were trapped until the portal opened again next time.
Everyone stepped off the otherworldly lotus and walked off the cloud bridge. Once everyone stepped on the stone platform of the Jadebone peak.
The open folds of the lotus slowly closed up, returning to their budding state.
And then, the lotus bud slowly shrank back down inside the clouded valley.
The steps of clouds also dispersed into the thin air, leaving not even a glitter of trace behind.
Arhat Jingwu, the burly monk who had been watching over Chi Zu, making sure he did not make any move, tensed when he saw the withered old demon seething in anger.
