Hearing the Elder's reminder, Zhi Ming's face instantly darkened.
The Primordial Tower Spirit—the tower's true body was enveloped by the Spirit-Locking Formation, but the avatars it had scattered throughout the Lower Realm formed a vast net.
As long as Qin Guan established contact with any one of those avatars, the Tower Spirit could teleport him there without being suppressed by the formation.
"Primordial Tower."
Zhi Ming repeated the name under his breath, his expression unreadable.
Qingran also realized the gravity of the situation. "If the Tower Spirit has been helping him in secret, then Qin Guan appearing in the Lower Realm makes perfect sense.
"And if the Black Robe was also teleported by the Tower Spirit, then the contradiction in timing disappears as well."
The hall fell into brief silence, everyone sinking into deep confusion.
If the Primordial Tower had helped him, then the logic did hold up—but was the Black Robe truly the same person as Qin Guan?
That was what they found hardest to understand. If they really were the same person, then Qin Guan was simply too monstrous!
At such a young age, he already possessed such terrifying strength. It was truly a sight rarely seen since ancient times.
"Could Qin Guan be this strong because he cultivated some heaven-defying secret art of the Qi Yuan Civilization?"
Inside the main hall, a great Confucian scholar looked at the crowd uncertainly.
Qi Yuan Civilization!
Upon hearing those words, everyone in the main hall caught their breath, shock and fervor flashing through their eyes.
"Hall Master, everyone! Let's stop worrying about whether Qin Guan and the Black Robe are the same person. We should hurry to the Lower Realm!" someone in the hall said anxiously.
"Fool!"
Zhi Ming looked at the Elder who had spoken. "If the Primordial Tower