The Fifth Heavenly Palace.
Before the Alchemy Furnace, the Red-Haired Elder had just rekindled the fire, preparing to refine another batch of Immortal Pills.
The instant that pressure descended, the thirty-meter-tall immortal-grade Alchemy Furnace before him let out a groan under the unbearable weight, and spiderweb cracks instantly covered its body.
"Pfft—"
The backlash struck the Red-Haired Elder through his spiritual connection, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yet he could not spare a thought for wiping the blood from his lips. He merely stared blankly upward.
"Alive... this aura is alive! The First Ancestor... has he come back to life?"
The Fourth Heavenly Palace, atop Ten-Thousand-Blade Peak.
The black-robed old man closed his eyes again, seemingly becoming one with his sword once more.
Yet the next second, the Ancient Sword beneath him let out a piercing cry and began to tremble violently, as though it had encountered a natural predator that terrified it.
The black-robed old man snapped his eyes open and clamped his hand firmly over the hilt, barely managing to soothe the Ancient Sword.
He gazed toward the First Heavenly Palace, and for the first time, an expression of horror appeared on his face.
"This power... has already surpassed the bounds of the eighth Tribulation Immortal stage... could it be..."
The Second Heavenly Palace, inside the Formation Pavilion.
Under that pressure, the pile of shattered tortoise shells before the white-bearded old Daoist turned straight to ash.
The old Daoist himself felt as though lightning had struck him. An invisible force slammed him mercilessly to the ground, leaving him unable even to stand.
"Heavenly secrets... the heavenly secrets have fallen into utter chaos! No... this isn't chaos!"
The white-bearded old Daoist raised his head in terror. His Heavenly Secrets Divination Art told him that