"Then we shall proceed as you suggest, Daoist."
Li Xinge said blandly.
With a single offhand remark, he had pronounced the Primal Chaos Martial Saint's death sentence.
"I will need some time to prepare. I also need you to prepare the materials for setting up an interrealm teleportation formation."
Sage Xuanji said.
"Fine."
Li Xinge nodded in agreement.
"Make a list of what you need and give it to the First Elder."
"Mobilize the full strength of my clan and gather everything for him as quickly as possible."
Chu Province.
The main headquarters of the Night Owl Hall branch.
Inside the cold, damp dungeon.
The scar-faced steward smiled amiably at the Primal Chaos Martial Saint.
"Sir, why don't you tell us about the specific circumstances of the Heavenly Martial Continent?"
The Primal Chaos Martial Saint raised his head and glanced at Scarface.
After letting out a sigh, the Primal Chaos Martial Saint slowly said in a hoarse voice, "In ancient times, the Heavenly Martial Continent was rich in spiritual essence, and martial arts flourished."
"Ancient records state that Martial Immortals once soared into the sky and shattered the void to depart."
A trace of loneliness and yearning flickered in the Primal Chaos Martial Saint's eyes.
"As the ages changed, no one knows from what year or month onward, but heaven and earth underwent a transformation."
"Not another Martial Immortal was ever born on the Heavenly Martial Continent."
"Even the spiritual energy gradually dried up, and the Great Dao concealed itself."
"In the end, even the most basic act of drawing in and exhaling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth became a luxury beyond the reach of all living things."
"All became mortal."
"The entire continent sank into a long, lightless age of the Dharma's decline."
After hearing this,