"Reporting to the Immortal." Xu Yuan's voice trembled slightly, and the surge of hope within him made this top Martial Arts Master seem even more fragile. "After the Heavenly Calamity appeared, we lost contact with all other places. Only the main peak elders and disciples remain, a total of 1,372. We dug our way here, and now just over 900 are left. As for whether there are other survivors elsewhere, we do not yet know."
"Very well." Martial Artist Shen Yu nodded solemnly. "Now, first organize the situation of these 900 people. Tell them to hang on a bit longer, and move to the largest ventilation shaft at the rear. Wait for me, the Immortal."
"Yes!" Xu Yuan felt as if his Primordial Energy had been restored at last.
He kowtowed heavily, then turned around, gathering his True Qi. His voice, carried by Soft Strength, spread continuously through the underground.
"All disciples of Earth Martial Sect, heed my order: help each other, hold out a bit longer—we are saved!"