Qingling Region, Liang Kingdom.
By the sea, immortal mountains rose beneath steaming clouds and mist, tranquil and serene.
This was where the Shangqing Sect's spiritual vein lay. Now, throughout the entire Qingling Region, only this one immortal cultivation giant remained. Aside from the Sacred Hall Tribe dwelling in the distant northern grasslands, there was no force or person left who could shake the Shangqing Sect's position.
Having the immortal cultivation resources of the entire Qingling Region all to itself, the Shangqing Sect had grown increasingly comfortable, its fortunes flourishing by the day.
Yet amid these tranquil and peaceful days, three crisp sounds suddenly rang out in succession from the Shangqing Sect's Soul Lantern Hall.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Those three crisp sounds were so clear within the silent Soul Lantern Hall!
"Hm? What happened? Has someone's soul lantern shattered?!"
The elder who had only recently taken up the post of guarding the soul lanterns sprang to his feet, his face filled with horror.
Following the source of the sounds, he soon broke out in a cold sweat.
"Th-this... three elders' soul lanterns shattered one after another. What on earth happened?!"
His face was stricken with panic, and he felt as though he were dreaming.
The Shangqing Sect now stood supreme over the entire Qingling Region and had reached an unprecedented height of prosperity. Yet at such a time, three elders had died in one breath. It was simply unimaginable!
"Did they encounter a Core Formation cultivator? No, I must quickly report the news to the sect master!"
With that, he hurried out of the Soul Lantern Hall and personally went to the mountain peak where the sect master's chief seat was located to report this matter.
After quite some time, several elders arrived in the dim and silent Soul Lantern Hall.