That group had already perished.
It had become nothing more than a faint piece of news sent back to the Three Thousand Immortal Territories.
Even immortals could not calculate what had truly happened. They could only clearly sense that their karma was fading, that their traces within heaven and earth were gradually being erased.
Quite a few Top Dao Lineages in the Three Thousand Immortal Territories had already begun to entertain thoughts of retreat.
"Behind this battle in the Immortal Realm, there may be True Immortals holding the field. Back when True Immortal Fang presided over the Three Thousand Immortal Territories, a single word from him could alter the Eternal General Trend. If beings of that caliber enter the fray, we have no chance of fighting them."
"Senior Sister, then our sect's disciples... died in vain?"
A woman spoke in a cold voice. "So long as those True Immortals have not truly entered the fray, there is still a chance for revenge."
That Senior Sister looked solemnly at her Junior Sister. "It is precisely because the Myriad Spirits of the World are wrapped in baleful rage that such a catastrophe has befallen the world. Junior Sister, you should no longer leave the mountain to fight."
"Senior Sister!"
"No more words."
That Senior Sister wore a face full of solemnity, her gaze distant and profound. She did not even glance at her.
On the Immortal Platform, all the surrounding disciples lowered their heads and offered cupped fist salutes. No one dared to offend this ancestral master.
This ancestral master looked terrifyingly young, her face exceedingly youthful, like that of a young girl. Yet it seemed to be the result of her cultivation technique. A being such as her would not care about mere appearances.
"Daoist Lang Feng." From the horizon came