The Dao Bodies of the Restricted-Area Supremes had all descended. No matter what they had come for,
this Starlight Gala was unlikely to remain peaceful!
And quite a few others shared the same thought at this moment.
Outside the sacrificial platform,
many leaders of various factions and protectors of young prodigies felt the urge to retreat.
They all wanted to use special means to "recall" their own young prodigies from within the sacrificial platform, keeping them away from this troubled place where a storm was about to erupt.
But once the entrance to the platform's core region closed, those outside could no longer interfere at will.
The incident had come too suddenly. Even if they wanted to recall them, it was already too late to do so in such a short time.
For a time, panic spread outside the sacrificial platform, and the atmosphere grew tense to the extreme.
Boom...
Yet the three Supreme Dao Bodies
seemed utterly unaware of the fear of the countless experts beyond the sacrificial platform.
In their eyes, whether Saints, Saint Kings, or even Great Saints, all were no different from dust.
Their towering figures stood in the starry sky like three manifestations condensed from nebulae. Supreme Dao rhythms circulated around them as they gazed down at the Starlight Gala sacrificial platform below.
Suddenly,
one of the Dao Bodies slowly raised a hand. Ancient Dao patterns coiled around his fingertips as he traced something through the air.
Formless patterns drifted through the void.
He was deducing.
This battlefield ruin was boundless.
He did not expect to find Tan Lin's exact location, but he still hoped to first pinpoint a general direction.
One breath... two breaths... three breaths...
But after deducing for a long time,
the Dao Body's brows gradually furrowed.
Nothing.
There was nothing at