Yuan Sect.
Inside a hall, starlight burned bright, blazing like the sun at its zenith, yet strands of pitch-black demonic qi mingled within that radiance. Faint wails drifted through the air, chilling to the bone.
Three figures were within, sitting quietly cross-legged, as though waiting for something, some kind of result.
Crack!
Suddenly, in the silent Great Hall, the sound of something shattering rang out. The three figures opened their eyes, their gazes narrowing slightly.
They saw a Soul Tablet suspended in the Great Hall abruptly split apart. The faint candle flame contained within it flickered a few times, then was completely extinguished. Immediately after, the entire Soul Tablet blew apart with a bang, turning to powder.
"Something has gone wrong with the operation."
Heaven Yuanzi's eyes flickered as he murmured, his expression somewhat grave. This time, Yuan Sect had deployed an absolutely overwhelming force, yet someone had still fallen. It cast a shadow over his heart.
Bang bang bang!
That shattered Soul Tablet seemed to have triggered some kind of switch. Immediately after, horrifying brittle cracks rang out one after another. Soul Tablets exploded in succession, and after an instant, all the starlight in the entire Great Hall had been extinguished, leaving only darkness.
The Great Hall fell into silence. Heaven Yuanzi's brows were tightly furrowed, and a gloomy look flashed through his eyes.
Including Great Elder Lu Feng, all eighteen Samsara Stage experts from Yuan Sect had died outside, and in an extremely short span of time. What exactly had happened?
"Those three sects seem far from simple. They have Trump Cards we do not know about," Earth Yuanzi said with a dark expression, frowning.
Heaven Yuanzi was silent for a moment. Then he sighed softly, a ripple in his voice as he said,
"My lord's words were