The devastating losses at the Sacred Land of Blazing Sun! Officially setting off!

Inside the room, after hearing the heavy news brought by the Fierce Sword King, the atmosphere immediately became somewhat oppressive.

That was a Holy Land Sequence member—a guaranteed future Emperor-level expert, perhaps even a Holy Lord candidate—and two had fallen just like that... It was hard not to feel conflicted.

After a long time, Lei Jingxiao took a deep breath, his expression heavy, and he asked again with some difficulty:

"Elder Yang..."

"Besides those two... did the Holy Land lose anyone else this time?"

Although he was usually arrogant, his sense of belonging to the Sect was extremely strong.

The Holy Land had nurtured him; it was his home.

Now that his home had suffered a disaster, he naturally felt terrible.

"Yes..."

"In fact... quite a few!"

Facing Lei Jingxiao's persistent question, an unconcealable look of grief appeared on the Fierce Sword King's face.

"The Demon Race army came aggressively this time, clearly having made full preparations."

"The experts they sent were terrifyingly numerous!"

"And in order to withstand this tide-like offensive and defend every inch of Shengyang Prefecture's territory..."

"Our Holy Land lost more than a dozen Elders just to barely fend off their attack!"

"As for the regular Disciples... the casualties were countless!"

"In the end, if the Holy Lord and Several Grand Elders hadn't emerged from seclusion in time, turning the tide and severely injuring the Demon Race higher-ups in the Outer Void Realm..."

"Shengyang Prefecture this time... might genuinely have been in danger!"

As he said this, the Fierce Sword King's voice trembled slightly.

Clearly, his emotions were also unsettled.

"More than a dozen Elders?!"

Hearing this number, Lei Jingxiao's heart clenched suddenly.

Every Elder of the Holy Land was at least an expert in the Nirvana Realm or above!

To lose more than ten of them all at once?

This was simply a blood feud!

"So... it was actually this tragic..."

"The Demon Race... truly deserves death!!"

Lei Jingxiao's eyes were bloodshot, his chest heaving violently, his heart burning with rage.

He hated!

He hated that he wasn't strong enough!

If he had been stronger, even if he had just killed a few more members of the Demon Race, perhaps one less fellow Sect member would have died!

He now wished he could rush out immediately, find a few Demon Brat, and kill them to his heart's content to vent his hatred!

Watching Lei Jingxiao's furious appearance, Lin Mo, standing beside him, did not speak but frowned tightly.

Such a heavy price... the scale and brutality of this war truly exceeded his expectations.

"So..."

After pondering for a moment, Lin Mo looked up at the Fierce Sword King and asked with some curiosity:

"Senior Yang, since the Demon Race made such a massive move this time."

"Do you know why exactly the Demon Race invaded?"

"It couldn't just be that they suddenly went mad, right?"

"The reason..."

The Fierce Sword King frowned and shook his head.

"Even the Holy Land higher-ups haven't fully figured out the specific reason yet."

"The Demon Race's actions this time were too sudden and too insane."

"But..."

The Fierce Sword King changed the subject, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"According to the soul searching performed on some captured Demon Race higher-ups at the front lines..."

"Their massive invasion this time doesn't seem to be aimed at conquering cities or plundering resources."

"Instead, it seems they came to Shengyang Prefecture to look for something?"

"Look for something?!"

Hearing those three words, Lin Mo's pupils suddenly contracted.

"As expected... is that the case?"

Although he had long suspected it, only upon hearing the Fierce Sword King personally reveal this information did Lin Mo truly confirm the conjecture in his heart.

No doubt about it!

These Demon Race lunatics must absolutely be targeting Liu Qingyu, the "Innate Sacred Demonic Dao Fetus"!

The timing, the motive, and the scale—it all matches up!

"Looking for... something?"

Compared to Lin Mo's realization, Lei Jingxiao looked completely bewildered.

"What are they looking for?"

"What world-shaking treasure does my Shengyang Prefecture possess that would be worth such massive mobilization by the Demon Race?"

"Even a Demon Saint was mobilized?"

"Could it be that an Emperor Armament has appeared? Or perhaps some Immortal Medicine has matured?"

Lei Jingxiao was completely baffled.

"That is unknown."

The Fierce Sword King shook his head.

"The Demon Race side is very tight-lipped; no one knows the specifics."

"Perhaps... this is just an excuse for the Demon Race to covet Shengyang Prefecture and launch a war."

"After all, the Demon Race is naturally cunning. Who knows what evil schemes they are brewing?"

"In any case..."

"No matter what they were looking for, and no matter what conspiracy they had planned."

"Thanks to the Holy Lord and the Grand Elders whose Divine Might covers the world."

"The Demon Race ultimately failed this time!"

"As long as we hit them hard and scare them off, they will naturally crawl back to that dark Demon Prison!"

Lin Mo listened from the side, nodding silently without saying anything further.

Regarding Liu Qingyu's matter, he naturally couldn't reveal a single word.

A moment later,

The Fierce Sword King waved his hand, seemingly unwilling to dwell on this heavy topic any longer.

He composed himself, looked at Lin Mo and Lei Jingxiao, and spoke seriously:

"Alright, let's not talk about these upsetting things anymore."

"Little Friend, Jingxiao."

"The main reason I called you over this time is to let you know."

"We are about to set off back to the Holy Land."

"Oh?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

"We're leaving already?"

"Senior Yang, have all the matters here at Zhenyuan Pass been handled?"

He hadn't expected it to be so fast; he thought they would have to wait at least two more days.

"Yes, everything has been arranged properly."

The Fierce Sword King nodded.

"The remaining work will be handled with the help of President Qi and Fellow Daoist Xuanguang."

"Little Friend, you don't need to worry."

Speaking of this, a trace of apology appeared on the Fierce Sword King's face.

"It's just... there's a small inconvenience."

"Because of this Demon Race invasion, the nearest Cross-Domain Teleportation Array suffered severe damage in the fighting and is temporarily unusable."

"Therefore, we will likely have to take a long detour and fly to another Great Domain before we can use a Teleportation Array to return to the Holy Land."

"That's a minor issue!"

Before Lin Mo could speak, Lei Jingxiao waved his hand dismissively and said carelessly:

"Perfect, my flying boat is still parked up there, and it's not damaged."

"Why don't we just take my flying boat to the nearest Great Domain that has a Teleportation Array?"

Although his flying boat couldn't compare to the Holy Land's specialized Void Divine Boat, it was more than enough for traveling between Great Domains.

"Hmm, that works."

The Fierce Sword King thought for a moment and agreed to the suggestion.

"Since that's the case, we shouldn't delay."

"Shall we depart now?"

He did not want to delay here any longer.

After all, Lin Mo was not only the Taiyin Sacred Body, but he also held the token of the First Grand Elder... this status was far too sensitive and noble!

For him, the sooner he could safely escort Lin Mo into the Holy Land, the sooner the heavy weight in his heart would be lifted!

Lest delays lead to complications!

"Brother Lin, what do you say?"

Lei Jingxiao turned to look at Lin Mo, seeking his opinion.

"I have no objection."

"It's good to leave early."

Lin Mo nodded without hesitation, a faint smile playing on his lips.

After all that fuss, wasn't this the moment he had been waiting for?

"Good!"

"Then let's get going right away!"