The entire Immortal Court grew darker still.
Above the shadows of the Thirty-Three Heavens, the Star Bridge, which had been slowly returning to its place, suddenly stalled. Myriad puppets bowed their heads at once.
The Second Elder, Yun Yuan, who had fled who knew how far, stopped short and whipped his head around. Deep within Heaven Beyond Heaven, a terrifying, tyrannical surge of sky-cleaving dao resonance erupted.
"This is bad." That dao resonance was all too familiar. Yun Yuan's scalp prickled at the sight.
The little old man turned and kept running. The next instant, the communication jade at his waist lit up, and the First Elder Yun Che's steady voice came through. "Little Yuan, how is it?"
Yun Yuan looked at the distant dao resonance of Lingxiao, who stood alone above Ten Thousand Ages, and fell silent for a moment.
"Still alive."
Yun Che: "Who?"
Yun Yuan couldn't help rolling his eyes. The eldest really was getting senile. Who else could he mean but his Qing Kid? Surely not His Majesty?
Immortal Emperor Yuanhuang, lord of all heavens before Ten Thousand Ages, was still perfectly alive even after the Immortal Court had collapsed and been rebuilt.
Although Yun Qing had attained his Dao in the Human World, he was still inexperienced. If that old ancestor really pinned him down in the Immortal Court and gave him a beating, he wouldn't even have anywhere to cry.
The Second Elder curled his lip, but finally said, "Everyone's still alive for now."
The other end of the communication jade fell silent too. Clearly, Yun Che had realized what a stupid question he had just asked.
After a long while, he said slowly, "That's good, then."
Yun Yuan wiped his face. *Good, my foot. That heartless old man isn't worried about Qing Kid