Within the small room, rules churned.
Smoke curled from the Pill Furnace.
Man Daoist, Yingyuan Dao Master, and the Vajra Realm Lord were all stunned by Wang Ba's deduction.
"You mean Immortal Lord Lu predicted our arrival countless tens of thousands of years ago, and that's why he left four meditation cushions here?"
Yingyuan Dao Master's brows knitted tightly. He still could not believe it.
"Even if Immortal Lord Lu's cultivation shook the past and dazzled the present, surely he couldn't know what would happen so far into the future?"
"Besides, if he really could see that far, how could he have perished so many tens of thousands of years ago?"
Man Daoist's gaze sharpened slightly.
The Vajra Realm Lord, however, shook his head slightly.
"That isn't necessarily impossible. Summer insects cannot speak of ice. Perhaps, at the level of immortals, what we consider life and death might merely be a temporary defeat to them."
"You mean Immortal Lord Lu is still alive?"
Yingyuan Dao Master could not help asking in shock.
"Who could know? I'm only saying."
The Vajra Realm Lord kept shaking his head.
Man Daoist's expression, however, grew increasingly grim.
He had gathered Immortal Blood and schemed to obtain the treasures an immortal had left behind. From any perspective, he clearly would not be someone who could win that immortal's favor.
If the immortal really was still alive, he would probably be the first to be eliminated.
At that thought, a rare, inexplicable terror rose within him.
Especially when he thought that his every movement and all his schemes might have unfolded right under the immortal's nose, that fear seeped ever deeper into his marrow.
He could not help recalling those countless Double-Pupil Bearers hidden within the white mist in the Immortal Severance Land, and became increasingly