At that very moment.
A sorrow arose between heaven and earth.
No one knew where this sorrow came from, yet in an instant, it spread throughout heaven and earth.
The entire Primordial World felt this inexplicable sorrow.
It was grief beyond measure.
In just a few brief moments, the entire Primordial World had felt it.
And everyone raised their heads, gazing up at the heavens.
"What happened? Why do I feel so awful...?"
"It feels as though someone important in this world has suddenly died..."
"Who could it be? An immortal?"
Faced with this, all living beings murmured among themselves.
They did not understand what had happened.
They were bewildered.
Those with higher cultivation, however, came closer to guessing the truth.
At that moment.
At Wuzhuang Temple.
Gasp!
Zhen Yuanzi's eyes widened. He drew a sharp breath of cold air, his gaze filled with horror.
That horror lingered for a long time.
He stood motionless, like a statue.
Seeing him like this, Qingfeng and Mingyue were puzzled, staring blankly at him.
After a while, they could not help asking:
"Master, this... what's wrong? What happened?"
Only after his disciples called out to him did Zhen Yuanzi come to his senses.
But the expression on his face had yet to fade.
He was still utterly shaken.
He heaved a long sigh. Only after a long while did some of the shock leave his eyes, and he said with deep emotion:
"A Saint... has been slain!"
"What?!"
Hearing this, Qingfeng and Mingyue each fell silent for three breaths, then their eyes flew wide with astonishment.
"How is that possible? That's a Saint, one of the strongest beings between heaven and earth! How could..."
As though something had occurred to him, Qingfeng asked:
"The one who was slain... was he from the Interception