"It should be this world, no mistake. But why is this world's vital fate nearing its end?"
The man in white murmured to himself, his tone tinged with confusion.
He sensed numerous auras drawing close. Clearly, his arrival had still alarmed the living beings of this world.
He immediately vanished from the air, and the black spatial rift he had left behind began to contract as well. By the time a group of cultivators arrived, that rift had already become thin and narrow.
"Was that someone ascending?"
"Hard to say. That aura just now was terrifying. It didn't seem like something an ascender would possess."
"Could it be an invasion by immortal gods?"
"It shouldn't be. I heard that when immortal gods invade a Great World, they do it openly and aboveboard, and they even announce it in advance. Arrogant to the extreme."
"How many years has it been? Who knows when the immortal gods will come slaughtering their way to our Heavenly Spirit Great World? It's gotten to the point that I can't even cultivate with a steady mind anymore."
This group of cultivators discussed among themselves. Since they did not see the man in white, they simply stopped searching.
Elsewhere.
Gu An brought Zui into the bamboo grove and began teaching him the cultivation method for the Immortal Emperor Pupils.
Gu An had already laid down restrictions throughout this bamboo grove, allowing it to cut off prying divine sense. The aura inside the grove would not leak out either, so Zui could cultivate the Immortal Emperor Pupils here at ease.
Zui truly did have talent in the Immortal Emperor Pupils. His comprehension was even stronger than An Xin's. Gu An had only taught him for a month before he could begin comprehending it on his own.
After that,