The Ancestors of the Cloud and Thunder Sects froze abruptly, their eyes fixed on the aged elder.
For a moment, they seemed to feel they had stepped into a meticulously laid trap...
The Cloud Sect Ancestor's eyes flickered as he said coldly, "You laid this trap for the Sacred Artifact, Frost?"
The aged elder glanced at the Rain Sect disciples, his eyes filled with deep concern, as though everyone he saw were his own children. "Naturally."
"But wasn't Frost taken by the Phoenix Race all the same..." The Thunder Sect Ancestor smiled and spoke quietly.
If the Rain Sect had sent people to the Lower Realm not to find "that thing," but simply to borrow the Sacred Artifact Frost, Frost had now been taken by the Phoenix Race.
Whatever the Rain Sect had planned, it had already failed.
"And you truly are at death's door." The Thunder Sect Ancestor looked at the aged elder and spoke again.
At these words, everyone in the Rain Sect looked toward the aged elder, a trace of sorrow showing in their eyes.
The aged elder seemed utterly unconcerned as he slowly turned toward the Rain Spirit.
The Rain Spirit drifted slowly to the aged elder's side. The two figures, one old and one young, floated in the void, standing against the wind as they faced the pillars of the Cloud and Thunder Sects from afar.
"Our Rain Sect contemplates rain to comprehend the Dao..." The aged elder looked at the Rain Spirit beside him and sighed. "Contemplating rain to comprehend the Dao can teach a person many things. Eternal life is nothing but a delusion..."
"Rain falls and tides rise; tides sweep through life's floating and sinking..."
"All things in this world will ultimately pass into oblivion. Where is there any eternal life?"
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