"Eh? Why hasn't the God Gate been drawn into the void yet? Could it be... could it be that there is still a junior persisting in the divine sense space? This... how is this possible? The last information my divine sense transmitted back already said it had to face eighty-seven divine-sense demon beasts of the same rank. Who could possess such powerful divine sense?"
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, an old man with a pale face suddenly sat up inside a coffin, in a space at the very top of the towering mountain.
When the old man first sat up, his form was still somewhat illusory, but in the blink of an eye, it solidified. Only his face remained slightly pale. As soon as he sat up, a low voice came from his mouth.
His voice was filled with disbelief.
"To have persisted until now without being devoured by the divine-sense demon beasts, that person's divine sense must be at least two realms higher than his actual cultivation realm. A cultivator like that was exceedingly rare even in ancient times. What a pity that I can no longer risk splitting off more divine-sense power. Otherwise, I would certainly have to see who possesses such ability."
A glint of light appeared in the old man's eyes, and he muttered again with evident delight.
At that moment, the lord of Cold Wind City was also looking at the towering archway before him. A seven-colored halo slowly emerged, while white mist drifted about, making the seemingly ancient and desolate archway appear even more mysterious.
It seemed that, from within the archway, a faint, ethereal chant was being transmitted.
The chanting sounded extremely distant. Only by concentrating all his mind on sensing it could one barely catch it.