The noisier the cicadas, the stiller the forest; the louder the birdsong, the deeper the mountains' seclusion.
The vast Blue Sky Platform was packed to the brim, yet at this moment, it had fallen into deathly silence. Even heartbeats could be heard with perfect clarity.
The disciples of the immortal sects who had suffered calamity looked as though their parents had died. Their last shred of luck had utterly shattered, leaving behind only boundless despair.
"Heaven is unjust! With the Young Sect Master's world-shaking talent and his perfected Immortal Spirit Divine Body, he should have had every hope of reaching Daluo in the future! How... how could he die in a place like this?!"
"No—!! Yu'er! In truth, I am your biological father! I had planned to publicly pass my position to you once this trial ended... Why did such a tragedy happen? Why?"
"Alas... fate toys with men! Holy Son, go in peace. Your Dao Companion... I will naturally take meticulous care of her for you. Do not worry!"
"..."
For a time, wails, sobs, and heart-rending roars rose to the heavens, echoing over the Blue Sky Platform for a long while.
Every one of those who had fallen victim to Wan Jinsheng was a peerless heavenly talent at the Golden Immortal realm. Such grievous losses were enough to wound the very sinews and bones of even the Daluo Immortal Sect.
As for those factions with slightly weaker foundations, it was as though the sky itself had collapsed—nearly a million years of cultivation had gone down the drain. The sight was simply too tragic to bear.
What was worse, several elders who were close blood relatives were so overwhelmed with grief that they spat out mouthfuls of old blood and fainted stiffly on the spot.
"How tragic!"
Even uninvolved