"Are you saying you suspect True Lord Upper Successive Union is reincarnating?"
Surging purple lightning rolled across a hundred miles. Ice formed on the sea, only to be shattered by the thunder. The waters were unfathomably deep, the landscape desolate and bleak. An ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator who came here could lose their life with a single misstep, whether struck by lightning or plunged into the freezing water.
Amid the boundless lightning, a pair of eyes as bright as the sun slowly opened. Ten thousand rays of light spilled down, and heavenly tones sounded in succession-solemn, majestic, mysterious, and clear. The ritual chants of ancient peoples rose with them, accompanied by the prolonged roll of war drums.
A purple-robed Daoist stood upon a pristine glacier. His features were regular, his face lean and refined, his appearance youthful, and his bearing dignified.
As he gazed at the eyes manifesting within the lightning, emotion surged through him. After all, before him stood one of the foremost Purple Mansion beings under heaven. Apart from a Golden Core, who could match him?
"Senior, the exalted seat of [Interflowing Union] has responded. The [Upper Profound Yin-Yang Ceremonial Sword] passed down in our mountain has begun to tremble, stirring the Heavenly Successive Star. I fear..."
The voice within the lightning sounded again. The heavenly tones shifted, and the glacier melted with them.
"No. True Lord Upper Successive Union has already perished. He has not reincarnated. I have confirmed this with His Excellency."
At these words, the purple-robed Daoist below nearly lost control of his Wind-Riding. His divine ability fluctuated violently, manifesting a thunder chariot, a lightning whip, rainbow horses, and a radiant carriage. Hope gradually gave way to grief on his face, and he could only say:
"Can the patriarch truly never return...?"
"Lie Huo, you