In the distant Great Putuo Temple...
Meanwhile, in the serene and quiet grand hall of the Zen temple, an angry shout suddenly rang out.
An old monk in a kasaya robe with a white beard sat there discussing something with several people. Just at that moment, a beam of light shot straight into the grand hall.
This old monk was none other than Master Xuanmiao, one of the representatives of Putuo Temple and a prominent figure of the Xuan faction.
"Supreme Emperor Lord killed me, fellow senior and junior brothers, avenge me!"
A voice rang out from within the golden light, which was precisely what Gongsun Clan Old Ancestor had spoken earlier.
"It is an emergency communication talisman from the God Realm. This..."
"Who is in trouble?!"
Upon hearing this voice, all the monks in the grand hall and the old monk changed expression. They all wore looks of utter disbelief, their faces filled with shock.
Just then, the old monk Master Xuanmiao narrowed his gaze, flipped his palm, and pinched his fingers as if fortune-telling before letting out a sigh.
"He is dead!"
The expressions of the other old monks in the grand hall gradually grew grave!
"Supreme Emperor Lord! What is he trying to do?" A certain monk asked, gazing at the others.
"Listen to that voice? It's the God Realm again. Could it be Junior Brother Xuansheng?" Master Xuanmiao furrowed his brow, the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. He had been in secluded cultivation for twelve years and had emerged three months ago!
"Supreme Benefactor, he has gone too far!!"
Master Xuanmiao roared with a face full of anger, an overwhelming aura bursting forth from his body that caused the entire grand hall to rumble.
Emerging from seclusion this time, he was