At that moment, in the square behind Small Bamboo Peak, the Wangliang Sect's Nascent Soul cultivators were all staring at the stone stele, their faces unusually grave.
The child's small face had appeared on the stele. His former arrogance was gone, replaced by terror, and his voice trembled as he rapidly recounted what had happened to Mo Qing and the others.
"You're saying you can no longer sense the secret realm?"
After receiving confirmation, Mo Qing's face filled with shock.
Wei Zhongran had been the first to receive the Heavenly Stele's voice transmission. The matter was far too serious, so he had immediately notified every Nascent Soul cultivator upon receiving the news.
Mo Qing had now advanced to the nascent soul middle stage. His refined bearing had taken on an even more transcendent air, but at this moment, his expression was frighteningly dark.
"Y-yes, Ancestor. Just h-half a tea's time ago, the passage linked to my mind suddenly trembled. I... I thought a demon cultivator inside the secret realm wanted to come out.
"So... so I tried to sense their intentions, b-but I discovered that the secret realm at the other end of the passage had d-disappeared!"
On the Heavenly Stele, the child's face had long since lost its usual arrogance and was now filled with fear.
He was responsible for guarding this passage. How could the secret realm have suddenly vanished today? Worse still, he could not offer even the slightest clue.
He could imagine how miserable his fate would be. These cultivators, who killed people as readily as cutting down hemp, might destroy him in an instant in their fury. Even if he wanted to live, he was no longer of any use.
"Release all the restrictions on the passage!"
Mo Qing's expression turned utterly cold. The secret