The Cave-Heaven Immortal of Mutual Rise and Fall

That aged, drifting voice came from afar.

Where they stood.

Liu Dongqing's expression was so grave that he did not utter a single word.

Even in that flash of lightning and spark, Liu Dongqing and the Old Dao Lord's gazes met for an exceedingly brief instant. The Old Dao Lord's eyes held the same gravity, the same silence.

By the sound of it.

This was a sage of the Innate Sacred Sect.

By the sound of it.

This was not a person of the present age!

Yet with merely a wisp of divine sense manifesting, he could settle the Sumeru Storm at this level.

This person's cultivation realm had certainly surpassed the Spirit Transformation Dao Lord realm occupied by Liu Dongqing and the Old Dao Lord!

Who exactly was this?

And in that fleeting exchange of gazes.

Liu Dongqing keenly caught an emotion in the Old Dao Lord's eyes that differed entirely from his own!

He understood!

Beyond his instinctive wariness toward a stranger, the Old Dao Lord unexpectedly carried a sense of relaxation from another dimension, as though he had heaved a sigh of relief, along with an inexplicable feeling of good fortune.

In other words.

This, too, had been within the Old Dao Lord's calculations?

Was this why, after realizing he could not defeat Liu Dongqing, he had flashed with intense unwillingness for an instant before ultimately fleeing deeper into the Sumeru Turbulent Flow?

No wonder.

Given the gap between the two of them, the Old Dao Lord's headless-fly flight deeper into the Sumeru Turbulent Flow appeared to be a desperate struggle, but in truth, it was no different from seeking his own death.

And with the Old Dao Lord's intellect.

He should not have been so foolish.

But if, in the deeper reaches of the Sumeru Turbulent