Rebirth? You Won't Have That Chance

A gentle breeze drifted in, and misty rain blurred the world.

Fine rain pattered softly, shimmering with a warm, lustrous glow as it drifted down from the clouds.

Wherever the rain passed, withered trees sprang back to life, spiritual flowers bloomed, and even the shattered void rapidly mended beneath the caress of the glowing rain, wisps of immortal mist rising from it.

"What a rich Life Law. Just what kind of sacred being has arrived?"

Bathing in the light of the immortals filling the sky, everyone felt their spirits ease, and even several points of fatigue from the past few days were washed away.

In contrast, the many experts from the Upper Realm all stiffened, intense apprehension appearing on their faces.

"At least a Late Mahayana... How could this tiny lower realm have so many top experts?"

Young Master Lei narrowed his eyes slightly, quietly reining in his Magic Power as his divine sense swept about, guarding against any possible change.

On the other side, Fang Tianyi's lips curled upward, revealing a knowing smile.

"That kid's entrance is still as grand as ever."

From that familiar aura, he had already recognized the newcomer. His gaze turned toward Immortal Lord of Heavenly Secrets not far away, and he said leisurely:

"Looks like the strong support you've been waiting for... won't be coming."

Before his voice had even faded, Immortal Lord of Heavenly Secrets' body shook violently.

The composure of having everything under control instantly melted away like ice beneath the sun, leaving behind only an indescribable silence.

She slowly raised her head and Gazed into the distance toward the eastern horizon. Her eyes were as deep as an abyss, almost swallowing all light. "Even the experts of the Underworld... couldn't keep him?"

Immortal Lord of Heavenly Secrets—or rather, the Heart