"Bang!"
With a deafening crash, a figure slammed into the ground.
"Cough... cough, cough!"
Si Shuo tumbled several times. Before he could steady himself, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Had he not been a Body Cultivator, the spatial turbulence would have killed him!
Without bothering to wipe away the blood, he jerked his head up and looked around.
"Jiang Ling!!!"
But only echoes and a few sharp gasps answered him.
"E... exalted immortal?"
A terrified voice came trembling from nearby.
The three native Ninth Order old demons were shivering, staring at him as though they had seen a ghost.
The Underground Palace, the altar, and those eerie flames.
This was... the forbidden grounds of the Demon Race Ancestral Court in the Wilds Desolation Realm!?
Si Shuo froze.
He was back!
Si Shuo forgot everything else. He lunged forward and hoisted up the old demon he "hadn't seen in decades."
"How long has it been!?"
"Tell me, exactly how long has it been since I touched that stone!?"
Terrified by Si Shuo's frantic state, the old demon stammered, "N-not long at all! Exalted immortal, w-what happened to you?"
"I'm asking you how many years it's been!!!" Si Shuo roared.
"W-what?"
The old demon was nearly frightened to tears and waved his hands desperately. "Exalted immortal, please don't scare this lowly demon! The moment your hand touched the stone on the formation eye... the stone shattered!"
"Then, then you vanished into thin air, and barely a blink later... you fell out of midair!"
He pointed at the empty altar. "And the lady immortal who was with you... she... she vanished into thin air!"
Boom!!!
Si Shuo felt a chill crawl down his back.
A blink? A single instant?!
Si Shuo released his grip and staggered back two steps, utterly lost.