Linghuan Realm, Beyond Heaven.
The former site of the Spirit Clan's supreme divine hall.
The ten figures seated amid the ruins of the divine hall suddenly opened their eyes in unison.
An elderly man with white hair and beard abruptly rose to his feet.
"How much longer are we supposed to wait here for nothing?!"
On the other side, a middle-aged man whose features bore a seventy-percent resemblance to Zhao Qiyuan frowned deeply and said in a low voice, "But Linglong has yet to return. We..."
The old man cut him off sharply. "The passage between the two realms has been severed for so long. Whether she can even return is anyone's guess! Are we just supposed to sit here and watch that brat reclaim the Dao Marks?"
The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly as he tried to argue, "But Linglong said..."
"Enough!" the old man interrupted again.
"I never believed her in the first place. If that person truly had not fallen, how could something have happened to the Xuan Huan Realm?"
At that moment, another black-robed woman rose to her feet and said coldly, "I also think Linglong is simply putting on a mysterious act.
"If an immortal gate had truly opened, how could we have failed to notice anything? And how could she have just happened to catch a glimpse of that person?"
The hall immediately fell silent.
After a moment, someone spoke hesitantly.
"But if she had not glimpsed the Upper Realm, how did she know something had happened to the Xuan Huan Realm? After all, we only confirmed this matter not long ago..."
The moment those words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
This was precisely the greatest doubt in their hearts.
"There is one more thing." Another woman slowly spoke, her tone carrying a trace