"What did you discover while communicating with the ancient spirit beast?" Hou Niao asked.
Hai Xixi thought for a moment. "It wouldn't express these things. It didn't dare. But my guess is that situations like this will probably happen again. Could that mean the Ancient-Spirit Space is changing, and the seal is weakening? That this is only a warning sign?"
Hou Niao nodded. This agreed with his own conjecture. He had to admit that a deep family tradition of learning was an asset in itself. Even someone who seldom went out to broaden her horizons could have something of a cultivator's ability to know the world without leaving home.
"An isolated case? Or a trend?"
Hai Xixi pondered. "My guess is a trend. I'm afraid these changes aren't happening only in Tuling Grotto-Heaven. They'll happen in Cretaceous Grotto-Heaven and Sword Tomb Grotto-Heaven too. Nor is it just our Shanmen Quanzhen. I'm afraid all the grotto-heavens and little worlds across the Brocade Continent are like this. The grotto-heavens will eventually project into reality. This is the beginning of an era, and no one can escape it."
Hou Niao smiled. "Sea True Person said that?" Hai Xixi said, "..."
A quarter of an hour later, the two were transported out of the Tuling space.
Facing their fellow disciples and the several Martial Uncles who had hurried over upon hearing the news, the two displayed the relief of narrowly escaping disaster. Amid their lingering alarm, they praised the splendor of Senior Brother Wu's final sword strike without end.
Their unstinting praise of Senior Brother Wu presented a harmonious picture of unity among fellow disciples. A splendid sedan chair needed many hands to carry it, and Senior Brother Wu likewise lavished praise on the two for holding out until the very end. The elder