"Have you heard? The Loose Immortal Ancestors personally took action, yet those invaders still managed to self-destruct."
A Tianyuan Holy Land Inner Disciple lowered his voice, disbelief flickering in his eyes.
"Shh, keep it down."
His fellow disciple nervously glanced around. Only after confirming that no elders were nearby did he continue, "What's even more terrifying is that they say every one of them can come back from the dead..."
"I saw that Zhao Ming with my own eyes. He had clearly already blown himself up and died last time, yet he actually appeared again this time."
"And his cultivation was even stronger than before!"
Similar whispers spread through the Three Great Holy Lands like a plague, shaking the foundations of their hundred-thousand-year rule.
Beside the ruins of the Scripture Repository, several disciples stared at the charred broken walls, their faces filled with shock.
The air reeked of burnt parchment, and from time to time, half-burned pages could still be seen drifting in the wind.
"That was the Scripture Repository, where texts from a hundred thousand years had been stored..."
An older steward's voice trembled as his shaking fingers brushed across a remnant stele engraved with a defensive formation.
"Even the repository's grand formation couldn't withstand their self-destruction. They say that when those invaders blew themselves up, even space was torn apart..."
Not far away, several disciples tasked with clearing the battlefield were carrying away corpse after corpse.
One young disciple suddenly dropped to his knees. Looking at the half-burned copy of the Tianyuan Heart Method in his hands, tears spilled from his eyes. "Master... Master died here..."
The prestige the Spirit Realm had built over a hundred thousand years cracked at that moment.
The images of those once-lofty Holy Masters and Loose Immortal Ancestors also began to waver in