"Nothing has changed!" the Ancestor of Snow Domain hurriedly answered upon hearing this. He paused, then quickly added, "Master, should we...?"
"No need! Leave it as it is!" the Daode Daoist Patriarch cut him off and said gravely. Then he waved a hand. "You may go!"
"Yes, Master!" the Ancestor of Snow Domain answered respectfully and withdrew...
"..." The Daode Daoist Patriarch stared at the ceiling for a while, silent...
A long while later...
"Alas! Wind and rain are about to descend... I fear there is no time left...!" Only then did the Daode Daoist Patriarch sigh and murmur to himself. With that, five-colored spiritual light surged around him, and he vanished into thin air...
The Immortal Spirit Realm.
The True Such Continent!
Inside a cave beneath a colossal mountain a hundred thousand feet tall, amid a vast expanse of peaks and mountain ranges...
Two voices could be heard conversing quietly in their hiding place...
"Tsk... what's going on? Why have the Sacred Lord's four Immortal Tribulation Stage subordinates come to the True Such Continent?"
"You haven't heard?"
"Heard what?"
"They say they're looking for a cultivator!"
"Uh! I knew that much, but what sort of cultivator is this? Why would the Sacred Lord need all four of his Immortal Tribulation Stage Great Cultivators to act together?"
"Heh! That's what you don't know, eh?"
"What do you mean? You know?"
"Of course I do! Apparently, an outsider has arrived!"
"An outsider! Is that really true?"
"Yes! Why else would those four Immortal Tribulation Stage Great Cultivators come?"
"Oh! So that's it. I was wondering why our lord told us to hide and not go out unless we had to!"
"Exactly. We'll wait until the storm blows over!"
"Then where is that outsider? Are there any leads?"
"That I don't