Within a grand and imposing hall of the Ancient Sword Sect, three men sat at the center, while quite a few Shaping Realm experts stood before them.
The Ancient Sword Sect was considered a relatively renowned sect in Great Desolate Province, and its strength was naturally formidable. Otherwise, it could not have forcefully sealed off the Ancient Wasteland Ravine and forbidden others from entering.
Thus, the Ancient Sword Sect usually acted rather domineeringly, with a hint of recklessness. After all, aside from the three top powers of Great Desolate Province, it feared no other faction.
This was also thanks to the sect's greatest treasure—the enormous stone sword at its mountain gate. Once activated, even a Small Success of Creation Realm expert would not dare to face its edge head-on!
Small Success of Creation Realm experts were already the strongest people in all of Great Desolate Province. Only the three top powers possessed experts of such a realm.
The white-haired old man seated in the middle wore an extremely gloomy expression. The culprit had yet to be found.
Shaping Realm experts were absolute high-level combatants. Not only for the Ancient Sword Sect, but even among the three top powers, the loss of a single Shaping Realm expert had to be pursued to the end!
"Junior Brother, is there still no trace of that person?"
Facing the white-haired old man's rather gloomy gaze, the gray-robed elder with a sinister face hesitated. He cautiously looked up at the white-haired old man before speaking softly.
"Sect Leader Senior Brother, the Ancient Wasteland Ravine has nearly been turned upside down over the past few days, yet we still found no trace of them. Not only are the two young men nowhere to be seen, but even the Mystic Tiger Demon Beast has vanished without a