Divine Lord Guangming gazed at the bustling crowd around him.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.
His heart gave a jolt.
No one had imagined that the Million Phenomena Bearer might be hiding here in the Great Ming Heaven Realm—not him, not Divine Lord Tianming. But that did not mean it was impossible.
After all, it was darkest under the lamp!
Three thousand years ago, several Eighth Grade divine image experts from the Ancient Immortal Church had last confirmed traces of the Million Phenomena Bearer near the Great Ming Heaven Realm, of all places, before those traces vanished.
If the Million Phenomena Bearer had quietly returned to hide in the Great Ming Heaven Realm, it would indeed be a move no one expected.
But if that was true, he, Divine Lord Tianming, and even the entire Great Ming Heaven Realm were in for a world of misery.
The Ancient Immortal Church would probably not spare them.
At the thought of this,
a thread of unease rose in Divine Lord Guangming's heart.
His first instinct was to summon Divine Lord Tianming and the other three Great Dao Divine Lords, who had only Remnant Images left, to come at once.
But just then,
his gaze stopped.
He fixed it on a White Robe figure in the crowd.
It seemed to be a young man carrying a jug of wine, strolling leisurely toward the edge of town.
Everything about him looked ordinary, with nothing out of place.
But compared with the bustling crowd around him, that White Robe figure seemed far too detached from the dust of the world, far too at ease. He had none of the hurried, harried air of the others.
Could it be him?
Divine Lord Guangming murmured to himself. Suddenly, as if sensing something, the White Robe