World Master Lianxin stared at the Virtual Projection before him as it shattered and slowly dissipated. He froze for a moment before he understood what had happened.
Rage swept across his face.
"He actually shattered the Virtual Projection!"
"Damn him! Damn him!"
World Master Lianxin flew into a fury. Before he could even speak, Chunhua Sovereign had struck twice and shattered the Virtual Projection.
That had cut off his chance to contact Chunhua Sovereign entirely.
But...
Without the Mysterious Feather Clan's help, how was he supposed to bring the Mysterious Feather Spirit Spring back to the Soul Race?
World Master Lianxin was furious, and just as anxious.
He had been on the verge of obtaining the Primordial Feathered Wings and catching the Celestial Pivot Daoist along the way... only for everything to fall apart at the crucial moment.
How could he accept that?
"It has all come to nothing. In the end, nothing remains."
Inside the main hall of the Mysterious Feather Holy Hall, Chunhua Sovereign shuffled toward the entrance, his back hunched and his expression full of grief.
Outside the hall.
In the plaza.
All the elders, generals, and Holy Sons of the Mysterious Feather Holy Hall had gathered there.
They stared blankly at Third Elder Chunyuan Sovereign as he ran wildly across the plaza, shouting with his hair disheveled, like a man possessed.
There was no Demonic Qi on Chunyuan Sovereign, yet he seemed to have lost his senses and gone utterly mad.
Suddenly.
Someone spotted Chunhua Sovereign and hurriedly bowed. "Greetings, Second Elder!"
In a flash, the many members of the Mysterious Feather Holy Hall in the plaza turned toward Chunhua Sovereign. Some looked alarmed, others ashamed, but even more were overcome with excitement.
"Greetings, Second Elder!"
"Greetings, Second Elder!"
Now.
Of the Mysterious Feather Holy