"Master?"
Xu Xuan's wariness reached its utmost height.
Yet he forcibly maintained that last shred of "respect" on his face.
There was a trace of "trembling" in his voice.
"What-what do you mean by this?"
"Why have you suddenly descended in person?"
"And your aura-why is it so terrifying?"
"Xu Chen."
Zhou Yongchang spoke, his voice calm and unruffled.
"The time has come."
The instant his words fell-BOOM!!!
That sound was not thunder.
Yet it was a crash more terrifying than ten thousand thunderclaps sounding together.
It came from high above the heavens, beyond the Azure Wood Sect's gates!
The entire world seemed to tremble and wail in that instant.
The sky abruptly darkened, the sun and moon losing their light.
Countless forms, thick as mountains and shimmering with innumerable intricate, ancient runes, began to emerge.
They tore through the clouds and churned the fierce winds.
In the blink of an eye, they interwove into an immense net that blotted out the sky and sun.
At the center of this immense net.
Was precisely the mountain where Xu Xuan stood.
In a single breath, an invisible force completely solidified the space, like amber.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was also forcibly cut off.
An incomparably powerful suppressive force crashed down.
The restrictions Xu Xuan had laid around his cave abode could have withstood days of furious attacks from a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Before this world-destroying power, they failed to stir even a single ripple.
They were silently and utterly annihilated, reduced to powder.
The cave abode's vaulted ceiling.
Disintegrated in an instant.
The two figures were exposed beneath the dim daylight and that savage, immense net.
At the same time.
Three figures radiating vast auras, with the faint thunder of the Great Dao surrounding them, appeared in