It was not just him. At this moment, all the Great Powers who had emerged from the void stood dumbly in mid-air, their mouths slightly agape as they stared at the scene before them in astonishment.
Inside Qianyun Mountain's sect gate, the plaza had collapsed, some buildings had crumbled, and smoke rose into the air.
It looked like the aftermath of a great battle.
At the center of the plaza, a headless corpse was embedded in the ground.
Not far ahead,
A dark, heavy long spear was planted in the ground, standing straight and tall. An exposed head was impaled upside down upon its tip, blood flowing from its neck and streaking across the dark, weighty spear.
Those two eyes were still open, their gaze frozen in the instant before death, filled with incomprehensible confusion.
What happened?
How did I die?
Through those pupils that refused to close in death, everyone could still see the confusion and bewilderment within.
"Daoist Friends, you have come from afar. Might I ask what advice you have for me?"
Upon the high platform in the distance, Zhang Qingyuan sat in the seat of honor, idly playing with a Spatial Ring in his hand. Seeming to have perceived their arrival, he turned his head and directed his gaze toward them, a faint smile appearing on his face. His calm, tranquil voice echoed through the surrounding void, like the clear chime of a flowing spring, reaching every person's ears.
At This Moment, whether they were Old Ancestors who had once stood high above the clouds and regarded all beings with indifference,
Or Great Powers who could trigger wars among nations with a single thought and manipulate the life and death of tens of millions,
All of them fell into deathly silence.
Every one of them felt