Beyond the heavens lay the Nine Heavens Realm, an ancient land whose origins could not be traced even through the Long River of Time.
Now and then, a figure stood upon the boundless waves, looking toward the Profound Heaven Domain, then toward this Nine Heavens firmament. Lightning flickered faintly in his gaze before returning to calm.
"A great change."
With only those two words spoken, an incomparably muffled rumble of thunder suddenly arose in the sky, pressing upon the deepest recesses of human hearts and awakening the most primal fear of lightning within all living beings.
Fortunately, no one was here. That oppressive and terrifying thunder had not struck into the Spirit Platforms of ordinary cultivators' Dao hearts.
The figure raised a hand, and a golden command talisman took shape before him, illusory yet real, filled with faint Dharma light. "Go. Have the disciples make their preparations."
Upon hearing this, the golden command talisman immediately fled through space, leaving this boundless sea that seemed devoid of time and spatial change, speeding toward a great Immortal Path sect in the south.
Profound Heaven Domain.
Song Wen stood in a pavilion atop a mountain, discussing the matter with Zhou Yaoming. White Crane lounged nearby, idly preening his feathers.
The scene appeared tranquil and natural, yet the topic they discussed carried a trace of gravity and unease.
"Although we have wiped out one of them this time, knowing that many more remain undiscovered leaves me no choice but to worry."
"I will soon be entering seclusion as well. Word has already come from above, saying that the heavens are undergoing a great change and that we must make preparations."
"In my view, one of its manifestations will likely fall upon us."
Zhou Yaoming nodded slightly. "Change. If we can seize the opportunity, we