Although he thought as such, the news of the downfall of a mid-term Golden Core cultivator was like a thorn in his heart, constantly reminding him and giving him a faint sense of crisis.
He glanced at the numerous Spirit Plants in the Spirit Field, and that sense of crisis faded a lot. He kept nurturing them, keeping himself busy, and had no time to think about anything else.
In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.
A communication talisman flew to the outside of his cave.
"Brother Lu, during this period, three big things happened in the Cultivation World."
"One of our sect's stations was passed by a disaster-level evil spirit a while ago. It was violently murderous and killed all the cultivators inside. According to a brother who entered the station, the cultivators' flesh and blood were sucked dry, leaving only a bunch of withered skin bags, which was extremely tragic."