A chill ran down Lin Qingzhu's back.
She did not know what the Eye of Return to Void was, but she understood the words "even those in the Longevity Realm dare not enter."
That meant whatever lay inside could take the life of this Old Ancestor who had lived for tens of thousands of years.
Instinctively, she looked toward Zhou Xuan, hoping to find some sign of retreat on her young master's face.
But she found none.
Zhou Xuan stood there, and after listening to that long account of how no one had survived, his face showed not a trace of fear. Instead... it lit up.
It was something he could not conceal, shining through his pitch-black eyes, where stars revolved.
"I wish to go."
Those words were spoken lightly, yet they forced the old man's phantom, which had been about to dissipate, to solidify again.
"What did you say?"
"I wish to go to the Eye of Return to Void."
Zhou Xuan repeated himself, each word perfectly clear.
"Please, Alliance Leader, take me there."
The courtyard fell utterly silent.
The old man stared at him, looking, for the first time, as though he had encountered a madman.
"Are you insane?"
"Did you not take in a single word I just said?"
The old man's voice abruptly rose, and that pressure bore down again. This time, however, something else mingled with it: bewilderment, and even a faint, inexplicable urgency.
"Spirit Transformation cultivators enter and die. Longevity cultivators enter and die. Even I had to retreat three steps just standing at the entrance. You're a mere Spirit Transformation cultivator. If you go in, you won't even withstand the residual might of that gate!"
"I know it is dangerous."
"You don't know a damned thing about danger!"
For the first time, the