The voice came in broken fragments from the depths of ages past, every word carrying a bone-piercing chill as it rang directly in Zhou Xuan's mind.
"The abyss... a trap... don't come..."
The voice was faint, having exhausted its last strength. After those few words, it fell utterly silent.
The bow of the Immortal Court Prison Ship had already passed above the Immortal-Burying Abyss and was about to tear through space.
The searing heat from the Supreme One Token against Zhou Xuan's chest also faded, leaving only a trace of warmth.
He stood at the bow, his face expressionless, betraying nothing unusual.
Behind him, however, Old Ancestor Xuanming's face turned deathly pale in an instant.
Although that divine thought had been transmitted directly to Zhou Xuan, he had been close enough to catch a faint fluctuation.
"A trap?"
Old Ancestor Xuanming's voice trembled. He abruptly stepped forward, staring urgently at Zhou Xuan's back.
"Zhou... Token Master, what was that just now? Was someone warning us?"
Zhou Xuan did not turn around.
His silence only made Old Ancestor Xuanming panic further. He almost rushed to Zhou Xuan's side, pointing at the void the Prison Ship was about to enter.
"Don't go! Let's turn back!"
"Didn't you hear? It's a trap! It's clearly a trap!"
Old Ancestor Xuanming was truly afraid.
All his life, he had believed above all in seeking good fortune and avoiding calamity. After finally escaping the Court Guardian Pavilion's shadow and latching onto Zhou Xuan's impossibly sturdy thigh, he had barely enjoyed a few peaceful days. Why did they have to venture into a dragon's pool and tiger's den again?
"The Immortal-Burying Abyss is our territory now. There's abundant spiritual energy and Immortal Court ruins. Why can't we stay here and build up our strength?"
"Our Origin Return