Lian Youming was not the only one who had received news from the North. Most of the others from Hongmen, the Green Gang, and the various sects and factions had also received word. They gathered in the main hall, their expressions utterly grave.
"A catastrophe approaches, and disaster is about to strike. It seems the events of decades ago are about to repeat themselves!"
The Old Saber-Wielder who had studied under Li Yaochen let out a long sigh.
At the mention of this, everyone's expression grew solemn. Even the two who had abruptly become enemies now sat quietly, behaving themselves.
In that battle years ago, the grandmasters of the various sects had fought across countless miles of China. Even knowing they were no match, they had still pitted their Foresight cultivation against Mystic Connection Martial Artists, sacrificing themselves to fight for a shred of hope.
It was also after that battle that the martial world's grandmasters had all but died out, leaving a gap in their ranks that had yet to be filled even now.
Now that upheaval had arisen again in the North, with Mystic Connection Old Monsters reappearing in the world, how could anyone remain unmoved?
And that was not all.
The news also mentioned some Remnants of the Old Era who had concealed their identities. Some were disciples and successors of those old monsters, others Tomb Guardians. Each had lain dormant for a long time, gathering and dispersing unpredictably, their identities and occupations thoroughly inconspicuous. But now they were emerging one after another to fight in the martial world again.
Yang Cuo and the others had been surrounded and attacked by these people, caught completely off guard.
Over the past few decades, it was not only the martial world whose successors had grown to maturity. These