A mysterious place.
Deep darkness. Corpses lay piled in silence, untouched by the passage of ages.
A dark throne. A silent presence.
Suddenly, a voice rang out from the darkness:
"Has he left the village?"
A presence spoke from the dark throne:
"He has."
"Is his cultivation really that low?" The voice in the darkness sounded puzzled. "All these years, and he still hasn't set foot on the path of cultivation?"
The monotonous voice from the dark throne sounded somewhat muffled:
"My thoughts are linked with his... He really is only at the Nascent Soul realm. He can barely fly, and it seems he can only manage a few hundred meters at a time."
The presence in the darkness seemed to ponder for a long while before speaking:
"A terrifying Sword Dao has appeared on Kaiyuan Continent, surpassing every Sword Dao expert of this age under my watch."
"Perhaps it has something to do with him."
"And yet you say he has not set foot on the path of cultivation?"
The voice from the throne laughed.
"You doubt me?"
The voice in the darkness replied:
"What if he's setting a trap for me? Even if there's only the slightest chance, we... would rather hide for another few billion years!"
The voice from the dark throne laughed.
"You can even kill me. What do you have to fear from him?"
The voice in the darkness spoke slowly:
"How can we be sure he isn't stronger than you?"
"We are invincible, eternal, deathless and undying. Hiding for a few billion years is nothing..."
From the dark throne, the monotonous voice said coolly:
"There's no need to guess."
"I'll test him myself and find out."
By now, Zhao Si had led the Qingjian Sect group deep into the heart of the region.