"Chang Hong..."
Zhang Xuanhuang's voice carried a slight tremor.
He stared fixedly at the soul jade in Chang Hong's hand.
It was a soul jade that every one of their Holy Lords kept, its design differing slightly from person to person, yet still allowing its owner to be identified at a glance.
"That isn't the one Saint Lord Liu left behind, r-right?"
It was only a short sentence, yet when Zhang Xuanhuang, a supreme True Immortal, spoke it, his voice actually turned a little hoarse.
Not only he, but Mu Wudi, Yi Honghuang, and Heng Yue also stared wide-eyed at that soul jade. Besides disbelief, their eyes held a trace of almost uncontrollable terror.
Even...
Beyond that terror, the gazes they directed at True Immortal Chang Hong, the Profound Heaven Sage Lord's personal disciple, held a trace of pleading.
They seemed to be pleading with him not to tell them the answer they had already guessed.
Not to tell them the truth of what was happening in the real world.
Unfortunately...
True Immortal Chang Hong himself was engulfed in immense grief and had no attention to spare for the meaning in their eyes. He held the soul jade closer and stammered, "It's Master's soul jade... it... it shattered. Master... it cracked!" Rumble!
Zhang Xuanhuang, a mighty expert ranked among the strongest Pure Yang True Immortals, seemed to have been struck by lightning. His body shook as he staggered several steps back, looking at the soul jade held out toward him as though it were some primordial beast or monstrous fiend.
As for the others...
They were hardly any better.
The words "it cracked" were like a massive iron hammer smashing viciously into their minds, leaving them dizzy and almost unable to stand. "Impossible! How is that possible? Saint Lord Liu