Half a day later.
A massive auspicious cloud rose into the sky from within the Imperial Court, flying towards the outskirts of the city.
Tianjiangzi, who had lost both arms and suffered severe injuries, gazed at the vanished Tianyi Palace and the countless corpses of his senior and junior brothers scattered on the ground. His face was filled with grief and sorrow as tears slowly fell from his eyes. Yet, he had no other choice; he had to comply with the demands of the Heavenly Dao Sect. Otherwise, tonight, corpses would litter the Imperial City.
Although the losses were immense, at least the sect's lineage had not been completely severed.
At this moment, atop the auspicious cloud, dozens of disciples from the Heavenly Dao Sect were rescued. Each bore severe injuries, missing arms or legs, clearly having endured great torment. Many were barely clinging to life; had the rescue been delayed, it's likely none of them would have survived.