Entering the Desolate Heaven Domain, Looking Down Upon the Vast World

The Void-Spanning Sound Transmission Disk in his storage ring stirred, and he concealed the faint tremor in his heart.

He had two Voice Transmission Discs—one for the outside world, while the other retained only He Ling's Divine Sense aura.

He had kept one separate because he feared that if He Ling sought him out while he was in seclusion, he might overlook it.

With this separate Voice Transmission Disc, so long as a Divine Sense aura tugged at it, he would know it was her.

Yet he had not used that Voice Transmission Disc for many years. He did not know what to talk about, nor where to begin.

He lifted a finger slightly. This Divine Sense aura belonged to someone from the Wind Family.

Feng Jinyu looked at the light screen and spoke expressionlessly. "What is so urgent?"

"Young Master, Miss Nangong...!"

"What happened?!"

Feng Jinyu's gaze sharpened, his words turning hurried as his pitch unconsciously rose. "Speak slowly. Did something happen at the Garbage Recycling Plant?!"

"Young Master, Immaculate Immortal Ridge and the Garbage Recycling Plant have issued obituaries... Miss Nangong and the others fell while heading beyond the domain to join the war..."

A grief-stricken voice traveled through the air. The Wind Family member spoke in a low voice, cautiously. In truth, everyone in the Wind Family knew that their young master had never chosen a Dao companion all these years, as though he had been waiting for someone.

Upon hearing this, Feng Jinyu's pupils suddenly constricted. His face instantly turned pale as paper, and the Image Recording Stone in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.

He blankly repeated, "He Ling... has fallen?" Even his own voice seemed unfamiliar to him.

The Wind Family member on the other end slowly cupped his hands. "Young