Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

This time it was a fixed-point teleportation, directly into the ruins. As soon as she landed, Liu Hongyan took the lead, her figure transforming into a streak of light, heading straight for the place where the Divine Martial Squad disappeared.

In the ruins of the eastern city, the teleportation array from before is still there.

"Mr. Mo, please check the teleportation coordinates and see if you can find their direction."

She turned around anxiously and said to Mo Wentian behind her.

"it is good."

Mr. Mo did not hesitate. Li Yuan was considered his half-disciple and a close friend despite their age difference, and he did not want anything to happen to him.

However, a quarter of an hour later, he shook his head with a heavy expression, "I don't know what's blocking the secrets of heaven, I can't find a trace at all."

Liu Hongyan's figure swayed, and even Mr. Mo couldn't detect her; just how powerful must this force be?

The others who arrived later joined the search, turning the entire Xiaoxuantian Secret Realm upside down, but they couldn't find a single trace of them.

That abandoned teleportation array had long since exhausted all its energy, and all the runes inside were broken and could not be restored at all.

Several days have passed, and hope is dwindling. The teachers and professors of the other three academies have all withdrawn, leaving only the Divine Martial Academy and the Demon Suppression Division still unwilling to give up.

Liu Hongyan's eyes were bloodshot. She had been searching the secret realm for several days without sleep. Even someone as strong as her was severely exhausted and on the verge of collapse.

"Instructor Liu, you need to go and rest for a bit. Let us take over," one of the instructors said, pulling her aside.

"No! They are all my students, how can I abandon them!"

Liu Hongyan stubbornly shook off his hand and walked towards the next piece of ruins. Mr. Mo sighed softly and gently tapped her back with a finger. Liu Hongyan slumped softly into his arms.

Dean Su, who had been waiting outside for news, understood everything when he saw Mo Wentian carrying Liu Hongyan out.

"Leave some people to guard the Lesser Mystic Heaven Secret Realm, the rest... let's retreat first."

He closed his eyes and made a difficult decision. These five people were the most outstanding disciples of Shenwu Academy and their pride.

"I will personally go to see His Majesty. All responsibility for this matter rests with me; you..."

He shook his head, turned and left, looking as if he had aged ten years.

Meanwhile, Chu Jinghong, who had been waiting for news from the Demon Suppression Division, also received the final conclusion.

The Shenwu Team, a top contender for the championship in the Four Colleges League, mysteriously disappeared in the Xiaoxuantian Secret Realm, leaving no trace of their lives or bodies!

The news spread like wildfire throughout the cultivation world of the Tang Dynasty, causing a sensation and sparking all sorts of speculation and rumors.

Many people suspect that this is a conspiracy by the demon race against the human race's prodigy, in order to kill Li Yuan, the human race's hope with his level nine talent.

Dean Su has not returned since he went to see His Majesty that day. The imperial decree that came back ordered Mo Wentian to temporarily take over the position of dean and continue the search for the missing Divine Martial Squad.

The entire Shenwu Academy was plunged into a slump because of this incident.

Liu Hongyan sat alone on the top floor of the attic where she usually taught, with empty wine jars in front of her.

She looked haggard, her eyes unfocused. She grabbed a jar of wine, gulped it down in one go, and then smashed the jar on the ground with a crash, sending shards of porcelain flying everywhere.

These days she doesn't dare to go to class at all. She can't face the other students in Tian Shu Class, let alone give them answers.

"It's me...it's all my fault, I ruined them!" Her voice was hoarse, filled with endless regret. "I clearly saw the image on the screen disappear, but I didn't rush to their rescue immediately."

She tilted her head back and gulped down another mouthful of strong liquor, tears mingling with the liquid as they streamed down her face, indistinguishable from each other.

"Ninth-level talent... Breaking Illusion Realm... How many years does it take for such a peerless genius to appear... I've ruined them all..."

Footsteps sounded behind him. Mr. Mo, carrying a gourd of wine, slowly walked upstairs. He didn't say anything, but silently sat down opposite Liu Hongyan, picked up a jar of wine, uncorked it, and poured himself a bowl.

"Mr. Mo...would you like to get drunk with me too?" Liu Hongyan gave a bitter laugh, her eyes unfocused as she looked at him.

Mr. Mo pushed the wine bowl in front of her, silently looking at the dark night sky outside the window, and said in a low voice, "Hongyan, don't do this. I... have a feeling."

"Feeling? What feeling?" Liu Hongyan suddenly raised her head and stared intently at him.

"That kid... won't die that easily." Mr. Mo smiled. "Over the years, my premonitions have never been wrong. Let's wait and give him some time."

"He will come back, and he will bring everyone back safely."

After Mo Wentian finished speaking, he patted Liu Hongyan's hand and drank the wine in his hand in one gulp.

Liu Hongyan stared at him blankly, wondering if he was deliberately trying to comfort her, but Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with calmness.

……

In the classroom of the Tian Shu class, Wu Yu and the other remaining students, after learning that Li Yuan and the others had gone missing, kept insisting on entering the Xiao Xuan Tian Secret Realm to search for them themselves.

"We have to go in and find Brother Li and the others!" Wu Yu shouted at the crowd, his eyes bloodshot. Of all the people, he had the best relationship with Li Yuan, and even now, he couldn't accept the fact that Li Yuan had disappeared.

"Yes! Go inside and look!"

"We can't let Senior Brother Li and the others die inside!"

The group grew increasingly agitated and were about to rush outside when Liu Hongyan, who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion, shouted sharply, "Stop! All of you, stop right there!"

"Instructor Liu! Senior Brother Li and the others..." Wu Yu said, her eyes red, trying to argue.

"Shut up!"

Liu Hongyan interrupted him sharply, her eyes bloodshot, "So many division commanders have already searched inside. Are you more capable than them?"

"What if we have to go in to rescue you before we've even found Li Yuan and the others? Wouldn't that just make things worse?"

These words successfully made the trainees lower their heads. They knew their own limitations, but they just couldn't let go of their worries.

Seeing their reaction, Liu Hongyan softened her voice slightly: "Since he can create so many miracles, he can certainly do it this time too. All of you, stay put! Anyone who dares to mention entering the secret realm again will be dealt with according to military law!"

The students were intimidated by her imposing presence and dared not speak again, but the anxiety in their eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

……

In the Demon Suppression Division, Chu Jinghong's temples turned white overnight. Chu Yunhe was his most beloved son, and Li Yuan was his direct subordinate. In one night, even his breath became weak.

Dejected, he arrived at Commander Luo's residence and knelt down on the cold floor with a thud.

"Commander... Brother Luo, I beg you, please save them, especially Li Yuan, he is the future of the Tang Dynasty!"

Deputy Commander Chu, tears streaming down his face, knelt on the ground, pleading, "In this vast Tang Dynasty, only you can save them..."

In the shadows, an old man was hidden in the darkness, his face obscured. He sighed and waved his hand, and Chu Jinghong could no longer kneel down, being lifted up by an invisible force.

"Brother Chu, please get up. I will go and request an audience with the Imperial Preceptor immediately."

The old man sighed, and his figure slowly disappeared. Chu Jinghong hurriedly looked up at the sky and shouted his thanks, "Thank you, Commander!"

It should be known that the Grand Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty was skilled in divination, and regardless of life or death, he could at least bring back a clear message.