Spirit Realm, Tianyuan Holy Land.
Xiyun stood in the Holy Palace with his hands behind his back, his expression as dark as water.
Ever since the Three Great Holy Lands of the Spirit Realm had expended tremendous effort to tear open a spatial rift, not only had they failed to ascertain the true state of the Xuantian Continent, but the morale of the Spirit Realm army had also plummeted.
"Trash!" Xiyun smashed the black jade table beside him with a single palm strike, cold light shooting from his eyes.
"You could not even deal with a pack of ants, yet you wasted vast resources from the Three Great Holy Lands for nothing. You have utterly disgraced our Spirit Realm!"
The elders within the hall fell silent as cicadas in winter.
A white-haired old man braced himself and stepped forward. "Holy Lord, over a hundred Tribulation Crossing Realm cultivators suddenly emerged from the Xuantian Continent. This matter is likely..."
"Likely what?" Xiyun cut him off with a sneer. "If the Xuantian Continent truly possessed such a foundation, how could our Spirit Realm have beaten it so thoroughly ten thousand years ago that it could not raise its head?"
"Besides, the loose immortal Ancestors of the Three Great Holy Lands have all awakened. Mere Tribulation Crossing Realm cultivators are nothing more than clay chickens and porcelain dogs before loose immortals!"
Xiyun swept his sleeve, and a frigid gale suddenly surged through the hall. "Pass down my order..."
Before he could finish, a warning bell suddenly rang throughout Tianyuan Holy Land, its sound urgent and piercing.
Xiyun's pupils contracted sharply as he abruptly looked toward the hall entrance. "What happened?"
At the same time, the three reception platforms of the Three Great Holy Lands of the Spirit Realm suddenly erupted with dazzling azure