Within Wuzhuang Temple,
Zhenyuanzi's hands trembled faintly as he lifted his teacup. His fingertips were icy cold, and the clear tea inside sloshed without cease. Slowly bringing it to his lips, he wanted to use a breath of warmth to suppress the stormy waves in his heart.
A Saint... had truly died?
It seemed this tribulation was far more terrifying than anyone had imagined!
If even Saints could not withstand it, who else could they rely on?
Deep within the Blood Sea,
Ancestor Minghe did not dare linger for even a moment. He turned and shot toward the darkest depths of the Blood Sea, terrified that if he slowed by a single step, he would follow in Yuanshi's footsteps.
Within a hidden realm somewhere in Chaoge City,
The Two Sages of the West were deathly pale, sweat beading at their temples as terror and shock mingled on their faces.
"Senior Brother, should we... still make a move?"
Zhunti's voice tightened, his adam's apple bobbing up and down.
Jieyin's face was livid as he slowly shook his head, his expression as heavy as lead.
Even he and Zhunti had been utterly powerless before Yuanshi, yet Yuanshi had now been slain by a single strike from Li Tian, his body and spirit both destroyed!
To speak of making a move now—would that not be seeking death?
In another stretch of void, Nuwa's heart hammered wildly, coldness piercing straight down her spine!
She had never expected Li Tian not only to step into the seventh level of the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal realm, but also to possess methods so ruthless they struck terror into one's bones!
Had she stood in Yuanshi's place, she feared she would not even have time for the thought of fleeing!
At that thought, a shadow quietly fell over