Horror

Great Artifact Sect, Pei Lineage.

The instant they lost track of her, the talisman of a Nascent Soul True Lord had already begun to burn.

This allowed the cultivators stationed at Great Artifact Sect and in charge of the talismans to learn that Xu Sanniang had left the city.

When they learned that all three Nascent Soul cultivators had failed to catch her, they flew into a towering rage.

But clearly, this was not the time to berate anyone.

Back then, when Lady Red Robes set the nine-year agreement, no one had objected.

Of course, the main reason was that the Ancestor had not objected.

They had all believed that through this conciliatory strategy, Sanniang would eventually come around. Yet now, not only had she failed to see reason, she had even broken the agreement and fled.

Was this not a slap across everyone's face?

Perhaps the original agreement had merely been a delaying tactic.

"Good, good, good!"

"There is no need to seek the Ancestor's instructions, nor convene a Lineage council to deliberate and decide. This old man will go himself."

The gold-robed cultivator abruptly rose. His terrifying spiritual aura was like a vast river and boundless sea; it seemed that with a single thought from him, heaven, earth, mountains, and seas would all churn and overturn.

Forming hand seals and casting a spell, he transformed into a streak of escaping light and vanished amid the distant clouds.

Then, without hesitation, he tore open the ripples before him.

Endless darkness appeared before his eyes.

This was the domain barrier of the Eastern Wasteland.

It was also the greatest foundation allowing Venerables to shrink the earth into an inch.

The gold-robed cultivator flew into it. As the ripples vanished with him, this world seemed never to have stirred at all.