"Yang Lingtian has passed the twelfth level of the Ascension Tower and will head to the Abyss of Return in three days. Not a single word can be wrong."
"Hurry and report this to the Holy Lord—no, report it to the Ancestor! An unparalleled prodigy has emerged, and he has set his sights on the forbidden land. We must adjust our strategy immediately."
Streams of divine sense containing anxiety and shock crazily intertwined above the plaza.
Dozens, even hundreds, of streaks of light shot into the sky at the same time, transforming into jade communication talismans that flew in all directions.
Zi Wuji and Ying Zhan exchanged a glance. Both saw solemnity and bitterness in the other's eyes.
Without the slightest hesitation, they crushed their most precious ancient communication tokens.
They sent the news here back to their respective sacred lands and divine dynasties at the fastest speed possible.
As for everything he had caused, Yang Lingtian did not care in the slightest.
Over the past few days, the entire Central Continent, as well as the vast regions surrounding it, had been thrown into turmoil by a single name.
Yang Lingtian. That name had spread throughout countless sacred lands, divine dynasties, and ancient clans.
The twelfth level of the Ascension Tower. The Abyss of Return. Each of those words was enough to astonish everyone.
Yet as the center of this entire storm, Yang Lingtian himself remained as calm as an ancient well without a ripple.
He wore white robes without a speck of dust upon them. His black hair fell over his shoulders, and his gaze was as deep as a sea of stars.
Over the past few days, Yang Lingtian had not taken any flying boat or ancient treasure, nor had he torn through the void to teleport.
He