Zhao Ling'er's eyes were full of worry. "Master, the Gate of the Spirit Realm is about to open. All sides are already eyeing it like tigers watching prey, while undercurrents surge in the dark."
But the Spirit Realm was still far too unknown to them. With their current strength, they were still like ants trying to shake a tree.
Chen Ze neither agreed nor disagreed. "That is indeed true, but the Profound Ice Qilin clan's fate definitely will not be an isolated case."
Countless hidden Lineages and ancient sects on the Xuantian Continent must have had many treasures coveted and plundered by the Spirit Realm in the past.
The Spirit Realm's ambitions had already been laid bare. They would absolutely not be satisfied with their previous gradual encroachment.
Once the Gate of the Spirit Realm opened wide, what awaited them would surely be a cataclysm as tempestuous as raging waves. When that time came, no one would be spared.
Unfortunately, the cultivators of the Xuantian Continent still did not realize it. Their hearts were set only on entering the Spirit Realm to seek opportunities.
Zhao Ling'er furrowed her brows tightly and gently bit her lower lip. "Master, can't we tell everyone about this beforehand?"
Chen Ze pondered briefly, then shook his head. "It is useless. The major sects are tangled together like roots and branches. They can fight until their heads bleed over the slightest resources. Asking them to give up an opportunity to break through is simply harder than ascending to heaven."
Zhao Ling'er was speechless for a moment. What Chen Ze said was the nature of all cultivators. Otherwise, traitors would not have appeared in the era of the Profound Ice Qilin.
Chen Ze stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep and distant as though