"Enough."
"You two may deal with this Bai Yi as you see fit."
"Remember what you two are here to accomplish."
Amid ripples in the void, an old man appeared before the two of them. Beneath drooping eyelids, his clouded eyes merely glanced at the True Disciple bodies on the ground, which had long since become dried corpses.
All the corpses dissolved little by little like foam, until they turned to dust.
"Greetings, Sect Master!"
Seeing the old man appear, Tong Tian and He Cheng hurriedly bowed respectfully. Beneath their seemingly reverent expressions lay profound fear.
This genius of the older generation, who had long since cultivated to Mahayana Perfection, had already incorporated a Heavenly Soul during the era when he swept all before him.
Now that tens of thousands of years had passed, he had likely long since become one with the Heavenly Soul, his strength unfathomable.
Were it not for the possibility that this Origin Realm still contained contingencies left by the upper realm, as well as the legacy of the Nine Seas Manifest Dao Palace, he would likely have already begun secretly encroaching upon this Origin Realm.
"This plan concerns the designs of the lords above."
"Success is required. Failure is not."
The old man's clouded gaze swept over them. He Cheng and Tong Tian felt even their souls tremble, and hurriedly bowed, swearing that they would carry out the lord's task to perfection.
"Very good... this world has lived far, far too long."
The next day, the sky-engulfing waterspout gathered by the Three Light Heavenly Sea turned into rich spiritual energy and slowly dispersed.
At the center where the three seas met, a sea vortex that twisted and spun like a black hole expanded little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye.