Those words were like a meteor from beyond the heavens, crashing heavily into a tranquil lake.
Outside Vulture Peak, the endless living beings kneeling in a dark mass that stretched for untold tens of thousands of miles instantly erupted into towering waves.
"What?"
"The Interception Sect... has fallen into chaos?"
"What does Amitabha mean? The Interception Sect enjoys Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage and stands at the height of its prosperity. Could something have happened even to them?"
The clamor of discussion gathered into an enormous wave of sound that surged skyward, even shaking the barrier of Buddha light around Vulture Peak and sending ripples across it.
Most of these living beings had weak cultivation and had not been cultivating for very long.
Yet the Interception Sect's mighty reputation thundered in their ears.
What an overbearing, powerful Dao lineage it was!
Its sect leader, Tongtian, wielded the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords, which only four Sages together could overcome.
His disciple Gu Changqing was even more notorious for his ferocity. He dared to scheme against Sages themselves and had inflicted heavy losses on the Western Buddhist Sect several times.
How could such a colossus fall into chaos just like that?
For a time, doubt, shock, and bewilderment spread through the vast host of living beings.
Just then, several incomparably powerful auras abruptly rose from an area at the very front of the kneeling crowd.
There was a Great Luo of the Dragon Race with dragon horns on his head and ancient scales covering his body, a Great Witch of the Witch Clan wreathed in a savage, primordial aura, and a human immortal from the ancient era whose presence was ethereal.
They exchanged glances, each finding the same confusion in the others' reactions.
The Dragon Race Great Luo spoke in a deep, rumbling