Oppression.
For some reason, the entirety of Xuanlun Mountain Villa was permeated by a frightening sense of oppression.
This oppression was not like a sudden rainstorm, crushing people until they could not breathe.
It was more like a soundless shadow, slowly pressing down upon you. By the time you noticed it, it had already crushed you.
Such a vast mountain villa.
Whether servants or masters.
Every face was etched with sorrow.
They themselves did not know why their hearts had suddenly become so miserable.
It was as though an enormous boulder were pressing down relentlessly upon their hearts.
"The Old Ancestor is finally about to take that step!"
Someone suddenly seemed to understand something, and his gaze became incomparably fervent!!
At his reminder, everyone raised their heads in unison and looked toward the depths of the villa.
"Stay on guard!! Seal off the entire villa! Not even a fly is allowed to enter!"
"And no one may approach the Old Ancestor's Bamboo Forest Pavilion! If anyone ruins the Old Ancestor's great undertaking, death will not be enough to atone for them!!"
"Yes!!"
Deep within Xuanlun Mountain Villa.
There stood a quiet bamboo forest.
Within the forest, Guan Tiansheng and the young Formation Master both raised their heads.
Their eyes were fixed firmly upon a certain spot.
As Second Rank experts.
They already stood at the peak of this world.
Yet an inescapable heaviness still lingered over their hearts.
As though something momentous were about to happen.
"Who are you?"
Guan Tiansheng's expression darkened. He looked toward the empty direction, his voice carrying an icy chill.
It had been many years since anyone had dared to lord it over him.
"Someone here to take both your lives."
The patch of space the two of them were watching.
Clearly contained no one.