"We absolutely cannot move against Kunlun."
After Zhao Xuan spoke, the wind before the Three Steles stilled for a moment.
Holy Mother Guiling clenched her tortoise shell, her knuckles tightening.
She stared at the crack.
The mark left by the Antarctic Immortal's kneeling remained. The lingering Yuqing light was pinned inside it by the Green Duckweed Sword Intent, whitening inch by inch like cold fire that had yet to fade completely.
Several Outer Sect disciples stood behind them, the magical treasures in their hands flaring and dimming.
None of them could swallow this insult.
The Antarctic Immortal had attacked at Golden Turtle Island's gates.
Yuanshi's conjured hand had descended upon the East Sea.
And in the end, all they had gained was three months.
This was unjust!
But before the immortals could speak, a streak of bloody light suddenly burst across the sea.
A broken arrow shaft hurtled into Golden Ao from beyond the East Sea and embedded itself before the Three Steles.
Its tail still quivered.
A scrap of cloth hung from the shaft, soaked in blood.
A mountain-guarding disciple landed behind it, dropping to his knees on the sea's surface.
"Senior Disciple Brother, an urgent report from Skull Mountain. While Biyun Boy of White Bone Cave was sweeping outside the cave, a Sky-Shaking Arrow from the direction of Chentang Pass pierced his body. Senior Sister Shi Ji has already left White Bone Cave and followed the arrow's aura to Chentang Pass."
Silence fell before the Three Steles.
Holy Mother Jinling's fingertips twitched.
A faint sound came from her sword's scabbard.
The Golden Bell in Daoist Duobao's sleeve trembled with a muffled chime.
Zhao Xuan did not look at them.
His gaze settled on the broken arrow.
The Sky-Shaking Arrow.
Chentang Pass.
Skull Mountain.
With those three names linked