"Contact the Dark Dragon Clan for me. Have them monitor every region of the Dark Forest as well, including the major forbidden battlegrounds."
"Lin Xuan has already come into his own. If he transforms into a True Immortal, the consequences will be unthinkable."
"Hmph... He might not even escape from the void. Perhaps he'll die in there soon enough."
"Shut up. Monitor him closely for a hundred years before we say anything else. We absolutely cannot be careless."
Wave after wave of clamor rose within the Wind-Thunder Immortal Palace, where countless mighty figures were discussing the matter.
Before long, countless factions across the Nine Provinces received the news, and the entire Upper Realm was once again thrown into a towering storm.
Golden Immortals had made their move—two Golden Immortals, at that—yet they had failed to kill Lin Xuan outright.
Now, although Lin Xuan had fallen into the depths of the void, there was still no definite news that he had perished. That alone was terrifying enough.
Those acquainted with Lin Xuan began to worry. Xiao Chen, Lian Qingtian, and the others were even more furious, their rage shooting into the heavens. They had nearly charged straight into Yun Province, but were ultimately held back.
They were still too weak. Even with their exceptional talents, there were as many beings stronger than them as hairs on an ox.
The turmoil outside surged ever more fiercely, yet Lin Xuan knew nothing of it.
At this moment, Lin Xuan was within the void, swept up by chaotic currents and hurricanes as he continuously fell toward an unknown destination.
Within the Soul Suppressing Pagoda, the 793.3 million years of cultivation time remaining after the earlier expenditure of 300 million years began to plummet once again.
The Soul Concealing Canopy and World-Ending had both liquefied