That group had already perished.
They had become nothing more than a faint piece of news sent back to the Three Thousand Immortal Domains.
Even Immortals could not calculate what had truly happened. They could only clearly sense that their karma was fading, their traces within heaven and earth gradually being erased.
Quite a few top Dao lineages in the Three Thousand Immortal Domains had already begun to consider retreating.
"There may be True Immortals backing this battle in the Immortal Realm. Back when that True Immortal Fang presided over the Three Thousand Immortal Domains, a single word from him could alter the grand tide of eternity. If beings of that caliber enter the fray, how could we possibly contend with them?"
"Senior Sister, then were our sect's disciples... sacrificed in vain?"
A woman spoke in a cold voice. "As long as those True Immortals have not personally entered the battlefield, there is still a chance for vengeance."
That senior sister looked gravely at her junior sister. "It is precisely because the malice of all living beings blankets the world that such a vast calamity has arisen. Junior Sister, you should no longer leave the mountain to fight."
"Senior Sister!"
"No more words."
The senior sister wore a solemn expression, her gaze distant and profound. She did not even look at her.
Upon the Immortal Platform, all the surrounding disciples lowered their heads and cupped their hands. No one dared offend this Ancestor.
This Ancestor looked terrifyingly young. Her face was exceedingly immature, like that of a young girl, though this appearance had clearly resulted from her cultivation technique. A being of her level would never care about such trivial appearances.
"Fellow Daoist Lang Feng." From the horizon came an enormous carriage drawn by auspicious beasts. To their surprise, it