"I don't understand!"
In Perched Cloud Grotto-Heaven, Dao Venerable Ziyang sat in the main hall, his face clouded with worry.
The establishment of the Seventh Grotto-Heaven and the demise of the Heavenly Dao should have been two blessings arriving together. Why, then, had things suddenly turned out like this?
Their Seven Blessed Lands had clearly merged first, yet the seventh Great Dao Venerable had come from Nine Splendors Grotto-and had suddenly disappeared, too.
"Alas, it is hard for man to prevail over Heaven."
He gazed at the empty hall and sighed. The cultivators who had come to support Perched Cloud Grotto had just left, one after another. Even Lingxu had been recalled to Nine Splendors Grotto at short notice.
Now that these fellow cultivators coveting Perched Cloud Grotto had all departed, he felt relieved, but also inexplicably worried. He feared those Fuli people might suddenly attack and bring the grotto-heaven crashing down.
"Alas..."
Dao Venerable Ziyang sighed again, filled with a profound sense of helplessness.
Fortunately, Dan Yuan, Ji Hong, and the other four blessed land masters were there to keep him company, sparing him from being too lonely or having to shoulder the current situation alone.
He shook his head and was about to muster his spirits and continue handling the grotto-heaven's affairs when he suddenly sensed that something was wrong.
Quiet. Unnaturally quiet. After everyone had left the hall, it was as though the entire world had fallen silent. The empty hall seemed especially desolate. There was even a faint, uncanny sense of oppression.
It was as though he were the only living person left between heaven and earth.
But with his current cultivation, no movement anywhere in the grotto-heaven should have escaped his perception.
Ziyang's expression instantly turned grave. He unleashed his Divine Thought at full strength,