The whole world suddenly shifted. The trembling sent countless cultivators into a panic, as if the universe itself were about to be destroyed. Especially after many cultivators deduced that the universe was collapsing, they knew that if it fell apart, they would all likely perish. After all, everyone understood that when the nest was overturned, no eggs beneath it could remain intact. At that moment, Poxiong also sensed that the entire Circulatory Universe had grown weaker than before. From this, he easily deduced that the universe was shrinking and collapsing; at the very least, some more planes had crumbled.
Ling Tian and the others weren't surprised by the universe's collapse. After all, even back when they were still in the Cultivation World, they had known that the entire plane was shrinking. At the time, Poxiong and Ling Tian had already guessed that the Lord of the Universe was nearing the end of his life. So much time had passed since then, and the Lord of the Universe's condition must have worsened. It was only natural that more planes would collapse. They even believed that the universe's complete collapse was inevitable.
Based on their past experience, the universe's collapse began with the outermost Cultivation World, followed by the Immortal Realm, and finally the God Realm. At this thought, Ling Tian and the others grew solemn, their expressions even turning grim. They had left their sect in the Cultivation World, and if it collapsed, their disciples would surely suffer. Naturally, the thought darkened their expressions; those who died would be their own disciples and descendants.
"Ling Tian, how are your clones? Have any of them perished?" Poxiong suddenly asked.
That was right. When Ling Tian ascended to the Immortal Realm, he had left two clones behind in the Cultivation World—more precisely, within