Deep within Tianyuan Holy Land of the Spirit Realm.
Seated upon a meditation cushion carved from ten-thousand-year mystic ice, Old Ancestor Yunqing's withered fingers flew as he ceaselessly calculated.
His cloudy eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging at his temples. Clearly, he had already expended an enormous amount of effort.
Yet the chaotic fog shrouding the Xuantian Continent remained like an ancient boulder, utterly unmoved.
"Still no good!" Old Ancestor Yunqing suddenly opened his eyes and slammed down his palm. The mystic ice table beside him crumbled into dust. "The heavenly secrets have been completely obscured!"
Three days ago, he had still been able to catch faint ripples in the Xuantian Continent's providence. Now, it was like a stone sinking into the sea—every deduction vanished without a trace.
"Ancestor, could it be that some powerful figure on the Xuantian Continent has acted to interfere?" Xiyun asked cautiously, unable to conceal the terror in his voice.
"Interfering with heavenly secrets?" Old Ancestor Yunqing snorted coldly, his gaunt face turning even more sinister. "Even a Nine Tribulation Loose Immortal could hardly achieve such a thing! Unless..."
His voice abruptly stopped, and a flicker of horror crossed his cloudy eyes. "Unless someone from the Immortal Realm has intervened!"
The thought made his entire body tremble.
For a hundred thousand years, there had been no news from the Immortal Realm, nor had anyone from the Spirit Realm ascended.
If an immortal truly stood guard over the Xuantian Continent...
"Impossible!" Old Ancestor Yunqing shook his head sharply, forcibly suppressing the terrifying thought. "Someone must have used some secret technique to temporarily conceal the heavenly secrets."
He rose abruptly. His gaunt figure cast a long shadow across the hall, radiating a chilling coldness. **"Pass the order! All Loose Immortals in seclusion are to emerge at once and