Outside the Myriad Phenomena Sect.
The two stone pillars that had once towered into the clouds had now quietly disappeared.
The three great characters for "Myriad Phenomena Sect" between the pillars had vanished as well.
All that remained was an empty expanse completely shrouded in dense fog.
Around this expanse, cities where mortals and cultivators lived together stood like scattered stars.
The population gradually grew denser, and the figures coming and going grew increasingly bustling.
At this moment, however, a handsome young man and a lionlike old man with a grizzled beard stood at the edge of a city, gazing toward the distant Myriad Phenomena Sect.
The handsome young man looked at the old man before him with a slight frown and asked in some puzzlement:
"Senior Brother, why did you bring me here?"
The old man casually turned toward him, a trace of a smile rising on his face:
"What, don't you want to go back and have a look?"
The handsome young man shook his head slightly and spoke frankly:
"I don't trust you, Senior Brother. If you tricked me into having the Sect Grand Formation opened, then seized the chance to rush inside, wouldn't the sect be destroyed by my own hands?"
"Hahahaha!"
At this, the old man could not help throwing back his head and laughing.
As he laughed, he shook his head and sighed:
"So in your eyes, Junior Brother, I'm that sort of petty villain."
"Ahem... not quite. It's just that apart from Master, my parents, and Senior Fellow Disciple, I've never trusted anyone. It isn't aimed at you alone."
Seeing the old man act this way, the handsome young man felt a little embarrassed and hurried to make amends.
But the smile on the old man's face slowly faded, replaced by regret and