This made absolutely no sense.
Zhou Xuan looked miserable and wanted to explain.
But when the words reached his lips, he had no idea where to begin.
All he could squeeze out was a stiff, "Senior Uncle, Great Tang... it's different."
"Different?"
The old man shook his head with a bitter smile. "However different it might be, surely it can't compare to the Dao Orthodoxies and Grotto-Heavens..."
"Uh... anyway, you can't judge it by ordinary standards..."
Just as Zhou Xuan was racking his brains.
Rumble-!!!
An enormous, muffled roar rolled across the heavens without warning.
The earth beneath their feet began to tremble. Dust fell from the hall's ceiling, and several enormous pill furnaces hummed under the tremors, as though they might burst apart at any moment.
Thud! Thud!
Inside the hall, the pill slaves, whose spirits had already been broken, could not even remain standing beneath that pressure. They dropped to their knees like dumplings tumbling into a pot.
"This... this is..."
The old man leading them felt his pupils abruptly contract, his eyes filling with terror.
Though he had been imprisoned on Spirit Mountain and had not seen the world outside for a long time, even forgetting much about cultivation... his discernment remained.
An aura capable of destroying heaven and earth like this could never belong to an ordinary Tower-Climbing Realm cultivator.
It had to be those Great Demon Emperors deep within Spirit Mountain.
"We're finished... finished..."
A timid disciple collapsed to the ground, his face ashen, muttering, "The Demon Emperors must have noticed what happened here... we're all going to die... we'll all die without even a place to be buried..."
As his words rang out.
Everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.
The tiny flame of hope that had just kindled seemed utterly insignificant before that terrifying