The Mystic Heaven Sect.
Within the Mystic Heaven Sect, everything was now running at full speed, and all the disciples were preparing for how to face the coming battle.
Outside, however, countless cultivators were watching.
They had come to witness the destruction of the Mystic Heaven Sect, to witness the fall of Chu Kuangren, a Heavenly Pride of his generation.
On a certain mountain peak, more than a dozen people had gathered.
They were all Saints, including a Daoist from Taixu Temple, an eminent monk of great virtue from Thunderclap Temple, a great fiend from the Netherworld, and others.
At that moment, they were looking toward the Mystic Heaven Sect with peculiar gazes.
"Do you think Chu Kuangren can survive this?" asked an old man holding a horsetail whisk, a Saint of Taixu Temple.
Hearing his words, the Netherworld Saint beside him scoffed. "Survive? You think far too highly of the Mystic Heaven Sect. At most, the Mystic Heaven Sect has three or four Saints. How could they possibly survive? How could Chu Kuangren alone possibly withstand the Unknowable Places?"
The others deeply agreed.
The Taixu Temple Saint had only made a passing remark, and after hearing the Netherworld Saint's words, he offered no rebuttal.
He too believed the Mystic Heaven Sect could not escape this calamity. He could not help shaking his head and sighing. "What a pity for Chu Kuangren, a Heavenly Pride of his generation, to fall to the circumstances of the times just like that. Otherwise, at the speed of his rise, I fear he could truly have become invincible beneath the heavens in less than a hundred years."
"Indeed."
"That's certainly true."
Even the Netherworld Saint, who had quite a few grudges with Chu Kuangren, had to acknowledge his stunning talent.
Yet he still said,