The atmosphere within the Communication Talisman turned exceedingly strange for a moment.
Xie Changsheng looked at the faintly flickering Communication Jade Talisman in his hand, the corner of his eye twitching twice despite himself.
Just as everyone struggled to find something to say, Black Mountain huffed uncertainly, "Ahem... well, Little Sheng thinks..."
"Old Song's cursing has such rhythm and so much life to it. I reckon he won't be dying anytime soon. Nothing too serious can be happening."
Hearing Black Mountain's absurd yet annoyingly sensible reassurance, everyone scattered across the realms grew even more speechless.
"Indeed." Zhou Yan chuckled softly. "That fellow's brain may frequently be out of service, but he does have the previous Sword Emperor's Nine Swords in hand, with elites from the Immortal Realm at his side. Surely he won't capsize in the Lower Realm."
Inside the underground palace in the Ancient Netherworld, Xie Changsheng's expression turned solemn, and he said gravely, "Then we'll proceed according to the original plan. We'll... meet at Undying Mountain!"
"See you at Undying Mountain!"
Following several crisp replies, the Communication Jade Talisman's light went out completely, ending the brief conversation that had spanned countless planes.
Everyone was busy. Since Old Song still had the strength to protect his face, he was clearly nowhere near needing someone to collect his corpse.
Meanwhile, in another plane of the Lower Realm-the Soaring Cloud Realm.
The scene here had originally been fairly normal.
A few days earlier, Song Chi had casually tagged along with an army from the Immortal Realm to this place.
As Undying Mountain's chief law enforcement elder, he stood at the bow of an immortal ship in white robes, his hands behind his back and his silver hair cascading to his backside. Every movement exuded unmistakable aloofness.
"The path of immortal