Qianyuan Dao Realm.
Inside the Realm Lord's Divine Hall, Gan Tian was leisurely savoring a cup of Enlightenment Tea brewed with water from the Chaos Divine Spring.
He had not the slightest concern about Mo Chen's mission.
In his view, a late-stage Hunyuan Infinite cultivator leading eleven Hunyuan Infinite experts to wipe out a group of rats hiding on the outskirts—the outcome had long been decided.
All he needed to do now was wait.
Wait for Mo Chen to return and report, bringing back the captive named Cang Yu and that rather powerful talisman.
Just then.
Gan Tian's movements came to an abrupt halt without warning.
The hand holding his teacup trembled slightly in midair.
The next moment.
Deep within the divine hall, among a row of soul lamps representing the core combat strength of the Qianyuan Dao Realm, the foremost and brightest lamp—the soul lamp representing Mo Chen—went out with a soft puff.
Immediately afterward, as if setting off a chain reaction.
The eleven soul lamps behind it also went out one after another, all at the same instant.
Their light had not dimmed, nor had they flickered uncertainly.
They had instantly and completely turned into lifeless ash gray.
As though the owners represented by those soul lamps had all been utterly erased from the world by an irresistible force at the same moment.
Crash!
The Chaos jade cup slipped from Gan Tian's hand and shattered on the floor, crumbling into powder.
He shot to his feet, his eyes filled with unprecedented shock and disbelief.
A chill he had not felt for countless eras surged wildly from the depths of his heart.
"Mo Chen... is dead?"
"Twelve Hunyuan Infinite cultivators... all dead?"
"How is that possible... How could this happen?!"
Gan Tian stared fixedly at the extinguished soul lamps,