The next moment, before their astonished eyes, a streak of blue light shot out of the array, then plunged straight down like a bird stripped of its wings.
With a crack, it struck the floor of the hall below and split in two on impact.
Horrified, the two cultivators instinctively swept their divine sense over the tablet on the floor at the same time.
The blue light had vanished from the broken tablet, and the ancient seal characters on it no longer flickered. They had become three gray, mostly intact but separated characters: "Zheng Nan~ming."
"This is the third island lord's..."
Both cultivators sprang to their feet. Terror on his face, one of them beckoned hastily, drawing the two pieces of the shattered tablet into his hands.
His hands shook violently. He desperately tried to fit the two pieces together, but they bobbed like a chick pecking at grain. The pieces knocked against each other with hollow thuds, yet he simply could not align them.
"Give it to me!"
The other man was somewhat calmer and snatched the tablet from him. Though he too was trembling, he laid the two pieces side by side on the floor before him, finally fitting them together. ????
Once they confirmed the name again, an icy chill washed over them.
"Quick... hurry! A... a... disaster! Send a... a message to the island... island lords!"
While urging the other man on, he fumbled frantically for an emergency voice transmission talisman. The other man hurriedly took out one as well.
Yet neither could stop the boundless chill rising in his heart.
The third island lord, a godlike existence, had fallen!
Several breaths later, three formidable auras soared into the sky from the islands of Qionglin Sect. A voice rolled like muffled thunder, surging up into