"That day may come, but not now. If they want to rule this world, they can talk after they make it out alive."
A cold, utterly emotionless voice rang out like the vast voice of heaven, echoing in everyone's hearts.
Everyone looked up. The voice had come from the ancient bronze hall high in the sky. As chaos energy churned violently, a hazy figure slowly emerged. It was the Immortal Palace's spokesperson, a Supreme figure whose might overshadowed the nine heavens.
Everyone's expressions changed drastically. None dared meet his gaze, yet stormy waves rose in their hearts.
Clearly, the early death of the Immortal Palace's successor had enraged the Immortal Palace. They had no intention of swallowing this insult, and this being's words foretold that certain heavenly geniuses would be targeted—such as Xuantian and Shi Hao.
"How could heavenly geniuses die so easily? Great fortune protects them in the unseen, allowing them to turn danger into safety. Unless they fight those of their own generation, they rarely die young."
Though the Immortal Palace stood above all else, it could not cover the sky with one hand. Not everyone had to show them respect. An ancient elder spoke leisurely, entirely unconcerned.
The events outside did not affect Xuantian within the Immortal Ancient Era. At this moment, he stepped back into a "bubble."
Every "bubble" represented a small world. Most contained some measure of fortune, and countless cultivators were exploring them in search of the opportunities ordained by fate.
This was a dim and gloomy world. The sun hung high overhead, obscured by dark clouds, leaving everything yellow and bleak. It lacked vitality. Though sunlight pierced through the clouds, the cold still cut to the bone.
The moment Xuantian entered, he frowned. Even he felt slightly uncomfortable at such a sight.
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