This was no great burden. The Cavern Heavens and Blessed Lands were brimming with powerhouses — they only needed to dispatch one Eighth-Order to lead a rotation of Seventh-Order Open Heavens to stand guard in shifts.
After a brief discussion, the group settled on a plan.
Over at Lingxiao Palace, muffled weeping could be heard. Lan Youruo found it grating. "What's with all the sobbing? He's not dead yet. If you really want to help him, go back and cultivate properly."
Yu Rumeng seemed to grasp her meaning. "So Sister means..."
Though Lan Youruo was a senior, she had always treated Yang Kai like a younger brother, so it was perfectly natural for Yu Rumeng to address her as "Sister" in accordance with Yang Kai's status.
Lan Youruo said, "If he returns safely from this trip, then naturally he won't have ended up in the Mo Battlefield, and there'll be nothing to worry about. But if he doesn't come back, that means he's truly gone into the Mo Battlefield. Rather than wasting time crying here, you'd do better to cultivate hard and break through to the Seventh-Order as soon as possible. When that happens, I'll take you all to the Mo Battlefield to find him!"
The moment these words left her lips, every pair of eyes lit up.
Nearly everyone in Lingxiao Palace was at the Sixth-Order Open Heavens, and the various Great Emperors and their consorts had all advanced directly to the Sixth-Order — meaning their ultimate potential capped at the Eighth-Order Open Heavens.
The Sixth-Order Open Heavens was respectable enough, but it was still a bit wanting in the Mo Battlefield. Only by advancing to the Seventh-Order could one enter that warzone with any real ability to protect themselves.
Lan Youruo's words swept away the crowd's grief and gave them a goal to strive for.
Yue He drew out a large handful of Space Rings and handed them to Hua Qingsi. "Chief Steward, the Young Master gave these to me earlier and asked me to pass them along to you."
Hua Qingsi accepted them and sent a thread of Divine Sense probing inside. Her expression shifted to one of shock.
It was none other than Yin-Yang attributed resources that filled those rings — mountains upon mountains of Yellow Crystals and Blue Crystals piled within, each of excellent quality, some even as large as small hills.
Such a stockpile was virtually priceless.
And with resources like these, the Sect's cultivation supplies would be fully provided for, drastically shortening the disciples' cultivation time.
Hua Qingsi had a vague idea of where these Yellow and Blue Crystals had come from, and she had heard from Lan Youruo about Yang Kai's methods against the Mo race. A flicker of worry crossed her face. "The Sect Master left all this behind — but what if he runs into the Mo race in the Mo Battlefield?"
Without these resources, Yang Kai would have no way to wield a devastating weapon like the Purifying Light.
Yue He leaned in and whispered, "The Young Master said this is only half. He took the other half with him."
Hua Qingsi let out a sigh of relief and nodded, though her shock deepened. These Space Rings were packed to the brim — the quantity of Yellow and Blue Crystals was practically immeasurable, and this was only half?
Just how great a haul had the Sect Master secured back in that Chaotic Death Domain?
She composed herself and stowed the Space Rings away. As Lingxiao Palace's Chief Steward, she was responsible for the coordination and distribution of all supplies — having her take charge of these materials was the most fitting arrangement.
Lan Youruo led the group to bid farewell to the Supreme Elders of the Cavern Heavens and Blessed Lands. Naturally, no one tried to detain them. Yang Kai had already made the greatest sacrifice and effort by venturing deep into the Void Corridor to seal it — there was nothing left for Lingxiao Palace to contribute.
Several Eighth-Order Supreme Elders, led by Six-Wood Divine Monarch, offered a few parting words, assuring them that should they ever have any needs, they should not hesitate to reach out. They would instruct their subordinates to cooperate as best they could.
Lan Youruo expressed her gratitude and led the group away.
With guarantees from these Supreme Elders, both Lingxiao Palace and Void Land would maintain an elevated standing going forward, with no need to worry about being marginalised.
After all, Yang Kai had just made an enormous sacrifice for the sake of this vast expanse of the heavens. If his Sect were then subjected to exclusion, that would be nothing short of chilling.
Inside the Void Corridor, spatial laws surged around Yang Kai, drawing upon the surrounding spatial turbulence and imposing his sealing force.
Earlier, to explain things clearly to those Eighth-Order Supreme Elders, Yang Kai had taken a section of bamboo tube as a demonstration. The ancient sealing power that had once filled the tube had been steadily dissipating, and what he needed to do now was refill the areas where the seal had vanished — only then could the existence of the Void Corridor be concealed.
This task was immensely draining. Yang Kai was constantly circulating his spatial laws.
By sealing off the exit, he had cut off his own retreat. There was no turning back — he could only press onward and seal the corridor section by section.
Inside the Void Corridor, everything was chaos and confusion. There was no light, no sound, even perception was extremely muffled. Yang Kai worked mechanically, dispersing his power and relying solely on the progression of his sealing force to estimate how far he had come.
Time trickled by. Occasionally Yang Kai was forced to pause and rest for a moment. He dared not deplete his power too severely — who knew what danger might lurk around the next corner? He had to maintain enough strength to face the unknown.
Everywhere he passed, his sealing force saturated the Void Corridor. To break through it would require either brute force or an attainment of spatial laws on par with his own.
Yang Kai had no idea how long he had been inside the Void Corridor. In a place like this, even the passage of time grew hazy. With the ancient sealing power dissipating, the spatial turbulence had become exceedingly dangerous, hammering at him from every direction without cease.
In the past, he might not have been able to handle such conditions. But now his attainment in the spatial laws was extraordinary — by his own classification of the Dao's tiers, he had reached the eighth level of spatial mastery: the pinnacle.
This was a level that ordinary cultivators could scarcely hope to reach.
At some point, Yang Kai suddenly sensed an invisible force blocking his path from behind. The discovery brought a measure of relief.
Hurrying as fast as he could, he had finally caught up with the retreating seal!