Pei Luotian fell silent as well.
The atmosphere was deathly still.
The red-haired Devil Lord raised his head to gaze at the heavens, his thoughts drifting afar, as though he did not care about those questions in the slightest.
Even a Spirit Transformation Venerable, after more than four hundred years in the mortal world, would feel weariness settle upon him.
He manually opened the crude image panel. The Banner Master field was completely blank.
Tu Shan Jun operated it twice more.
He stared at it for a long while.
How could he possibly not know that the Banner Master had fallen?
With his current formidable strength and unshakable Dao heart, he had not needed to look two or three times. Once would have been enough. Yet he kept scrolling through it.
Until he belatedly realized that he had known all along there was no name in that field.
He turned his gaze back.
Tu Shan Jun looked at the phantom standing behind him. Its features could not be made out, yet it was the source of his current mana.
His clash with that giant hand of divine power could not really be called a battle. If not for the ancestral treasure unleashing its power, he would have been defeated with ease. Now, the phantom was even dimmer, no longer like the one San Niang had initially left behind.
Back in the cave dwelling, when San Niang had left behind that broken-winged butterfly, he should have noticed.
He should have noticed the blank Banner Master field, as well as the continuation of his mana.
Yet this time, there was not the slightest joy on his face that the Banner Master had left the Soul Banner while her Yin Spirit and Yang Spirit had not returned.
"Is she still alive?"
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