After the time it took to burn an incense stick, a massive rift tore open above Cloud Dream Sect. Several cultivators stepped out, their terrifying auras spreading outward and directly sealing off the land for tens of thousands of li, imprisoning every cultivator within that range.
One of them, an elderly man with graying hair, looked panicked. The instant he emerged from the spatial rift, he immediately looked down. He had received no messages from the sect for an incense stick's worth of time, giving him an extremely bad feeling.
As his gaze fell, he froze for a moment before his face gradually twisted in fury.
"Th-this... is this my Cloud Dream Sect?"
He could no longer recognize the land before him. Mountains had collapsed, lakes had dried up, the earth had sunk, and countless corpses lay scattered everywhere. Everyone had been frozen solid. Many cultivators had even been sealed intact within pale-blue ice crystals, their faces still fixed in the terror of their final moments, turned into ice sculptures.
"We're too late!" The leader cast a gloomy glance over the land of Cloud Dream Sect while attempting to trace Lin Long and Gao Ze's whereabouts. After a long while, he merely frowned. He found no trace of either of them leaving.
More than one Great Ascension cultivator had arrived, but although each of them tried, none could find a way to track them.
Shaking their heads, they all departed.
They had originally thought they would capture members of Akatsuki this time, yet they had still made the trip for nothing.
As for Cloud Dream Sect, none of those Great Ascension cultivators paid it any attention. It had only been a tiny third-tier cultivation faction, beneath their notice. If not for the matter of destroying the Zhang Clan, they would