One year later.
In the Immortal Realm, within a Dao platform in the Three Thousand Immortal Territories.
A trace of surprise flashed through a young man's eyes. "Why has the candlestick lost its connection? And none of the Ascension Passages of those Ancient Races have sent back any abnormalities."
His expression grew somewhat profound.
This time, ten thousand immortals had poured into the Immortal Soil Beyond the Domains. Such an opportunity was rare. He had never expected that nothing would go wrong in the Immortal Realm, only for an accident to occur in the lower realm. Who...
That candlestick was an immortal treasure he had refined over one hundred thousand years. For it to lose its connection just like that—there was no way he did not feel the pain of the loss.
"Could it be those clan elders..."
The young man's gaze deepened further. He still could not understand how he had been discovered. Even if they had discovered him, it should have been after the Ascension Passage was destroyed, not now. It had happened so quickly that even he had been caught off guard.
His fingers tapped lightly.
He summoned another immortal treasure.
Half a month later.
He sent his sect disciples out once more, seemingly determined not to rest until they had sunk the lower realm's Ascension Passages.
Naturally, his true purpose was not merely what he had told those disciples.
Sheng Chang'an of the Human Race had seized the Heaven-Defying Creation Arts back from the lower realm. That mere lower realm heaven and earth could connect to the Vast Immortal Realm Heaven and Earth—such a great threat should have been pacified long ago... He did not want the lower realm to become a place where the Ancient Hegemon Clans raised soldiers, allowing an epoch-shaking immortal war to