"Mother is looking to see who else has fallen."
The Purple-Skirted Woman spoke slowly, her voice ethereal, echoing through the hall like the murmuring flow of a secluded spring in a mountain stream.
The boy on her shoulder asked in confusion, "What is there to look at? People are always dying, aren't they? As long as half the lamps on this wall haven't gone out, the Seven Stars Spirit Realm's fortune won't be severed."
The Purple-Skirted Woman replied, "Three Wandering Immortals have died recently, all originating from the same place. That place is close to the Star Sea Sect. I do not know whether this is the Star Sea Sect's scheme, or whether someone else is secretly stirring up chaos."
The boy followed her gaze to the oil lamps on the wall and began to ponder.
Just then, footsteps came from the darkness behind them, and an aged voice sounded:
"Cave Master, there are fluctuations of divine sense in the spirit mirror."
When the Purple-Skirted Woman heard this, she turned and walked into the darkness.
The boy on her shoulder twisted his head to look, his clear eyes drawn to the oil lamps on the wall.
Beneath the black night, inside a ruined city.
The Nine-Fingered Divine Lord sat meditating before the fire, with Chu Jingfeng seated beside him.
From time to time, Chu Jingfeng looked into the distance. Under the moonlit night, the great fog billowed, and faintly, terrifying ghostly shadows churned within it.
"Do you feel it?" the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord suddenly asked.
Chu Jingfeng's thoughts were yanked back at once. He asked carefully, "Master, feel what?"
The Nine-Fingered Divine Lord said softly, "It is drawing near."
"Who is it?"
"The Immortal Spirit of Divine Wonder City."
Chu Jingfeng's eyes widened, and his breathing instantly grew rapid.