Within Sacred Island in the Divine Palace Sea, the moment Pang Zhen, Long Bai, and the Sect Master appeared, they realized this was no longer the Nine Provinces, because the entire world felt utterly different from the Nine Provinces.
It carried the aura of another completely unfamiliar world.
Not only was it different, but the instant they appeared, boundless malice descended upon them. A chill ran through their bodies, as though an invisible pair of eyes were watching them from somewhere unseen, radiating immense venom.
The winds and clouds changed abruptly over Sacred Island. Dark clouds gathered across the sky, with lightning faintly slithering through them and flashes of electricity flickering without end, as though thunderbolts could strike down at any moment.
All three were alarmed. None of them understood what had happened.
But immediately afterward, the feeling of being watched suddenly vanished. Above the dark clouds, rolling thunder continued to rise and fall, and an exceedingly profound sensation seeped forth. There was clearly no fluctuation of Spiritual Power, yet it felt as though two immensely mysterious beings were clashing high above the nine heavens.
"It is Heavenly Punishment." A dry voice suddenly reached the three of them.
They hurriedly looked over and saw an old woman standing not far away, her body bent with age, wrinkles layered across her face, looking as though she might enter the grave at any moment.
Such an old woman, placed among a crowd on an ordinary day, would likely draw no second glance. But with the information Lu Ye had previously provided, how could the three not know that this old woman was one of the Human Race's foremost experts, someone no one could afford to underestimate?
With a thought, they roughly discerned her identity.
The three hurried forward and saluted together. Pang