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"This..."

At This Moment, atop a spirit mountain roughly a thousand miles from this region, Xu Yuanyang watched the scene in the distance, his pupils filled with uncontainable shock.

Lightning fell from the Nine Heavens like the Heavenly River pouring down, sealing off a region spanning ten thousand miles. Its refracted streams of color were as dazzling as the aurora of the Northern Darkness Ice Ocean, yet the danger contained within was enough to make even Nascent Soul True Lords change expression.

"This is clearly Penglai Island of the Immortal Alliance. Why would such a thing happen..."

Xu Yuanyang stared at the sight, his expression dazed as he muttered.

Ever since he could remember, Penglai Island had been the rear base of the entire East Sea Immortal Alliance. It had enjoyed peace for tens of thousands of years—when had it ever seen such a scene? Nor was it only him. The several million cultivators on the island all stared blankly in that direction, frozen where they stood in terror, unable to recover for a long while.

"First the Flying Boat Sea Market, then Penglai Island. Could it be that the elders of the Dao were right, that the future would truly bring a great calamity capable of overturning even the Immortal Alliance..."

"No one can say for certain what the future holds. What we can consider now is only the present."

A steady voice suddenly came from behind Xu Yuanyang. He turned and saw Lin Chen approaching with his disciple, Wu Yong.

"Brother Lin, you're back... Wait, why did I say 'back'? Didn't he never leave..."

Xu Yuanyang had just begun to speak when his mind suddenly grew muddled. When he regained clarity, he realized he seemed to be spouting nonsense.

Why had he said "back"?

Hadn't the other man