The man, so handsome he seemed inhuman, spoke with disdain and sneer, yet his face seemed to radiate divine compassion.
Only those hazy, inhuman eyes, which were impossible to see clearly, were filled with coldness and ruthlessness.
He casually flicked his finger and discovered that not only was the power attached to that wisp of divine consciousness gone, but he couldn't even recall the remnant consciousness. The man's expression became serious.
"Can't even a remnant of consciousness return?"
He seemed to be pondering those words with some confusion in his mouth. Then, he tilted his neck slightly to the side, and with a "crack," his beautiful, slender, snow-white neck went limp and fell to one side.
Where the neck was originally, another head had grown out of nowhere—a woman's head.
Even with its eyes closed, the head was undoubtedly beautiful, but it wouldn't stand out much among a group of immortals.
The man's head, tilted to one side, didn't seem to mind that the woman's head was closed. Instead, he gazed at her head with a strange, infatuated expression, and said in a gentle voice:
"Master, look how stupid those little creatures in the lower realm are! What should I do?"
The woman's head remained unmoved, as if it were merely a statue, not even her eyelashes trembling.
A flicker of annoyance flashed in the man's cold eyes, but it vanished in an instant, replaced by a gentler tone:
"Master, if you continue like this, you'll never have another chance to come out!"
Before the man could finish speaking, the head, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened its eyes and exhaled a breath at him.
The man let out a scream, then clutched his head and pulled it back in the next instant. He curled up and lay back down on the black stone platform, falling into a deep sleep.
At the same time, the dull, suffocating lights that had been on before gradually went out again as the man fell asleep.
Until the depths of the entire void returned to darkness.
This process, though it sounds slow and lengthy, actually takes less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.
Of course, this half-cup of tea time is calculated according to the time in this void. If calculated according to the time in the lower realm, several days would have passed by now.
In these few days, some of the three thousand lower realms experienced calamities.
At best, a beast tide will erupt and various strange phenomena will appear in the secret realms; at worst, the realm will be on the verge of collapse and almost entirely destroyed.
The junior disciples with low cultivation levels were alright, but the old ancestors and powerful figures who used to stand at the top of the realm were almost all seriously injured and their cultivation levels regressed.
The hardest-hit area is naturally the Sunrise District.
Although the Sun Realm is not connected to the outer realms, the powerful beings in the outer realms can see on the realm map that the Sun Realm, which was originally just dimly lit, has not only lost all its light but is also teetering on the brink of collapse, almost falling out of the Three Thousand Realms.
Fortunately, this calamity came to an abrupt end just as the Sun Realm was on the verge of destruction.
The already weakened mother tree of the Sun Realm managed to reverse the damage it had suffered by burning half of its power.
However, the spiritual light of the Sun Realm could not be replenished, and because the power of the mother tree plummeted, the spiritual energy of the entire realm began to decrease at an extremely rapid pace.
This is just speculation made by outsiders after seeing the scene.
What's worse than the deteriorating environment within the Sunrise Realm is the turmoil in people's hearts.
Previously, the Sun Realm was able to maintain the basic order of the cultivation world, just like other realms, because the powerful ancestor concealed the calamity of the Sun Realm.
With the situation unfolding this time, even the elders were preoccupied with their own problems and didn't seem to care much about their disciples, so the true state of affairs in the Sun Realm naturally couldn't be kept secret.
"Master, do you think she can make it back in time?"
Standing atop the pagoda of Fanyin Temple, Wuchen appeared like a deity bathed in holy light, his eyes, gazing down at the immaculate below, still filled with compassion and clarity, devoid of any restlessness.
The words were clearly a question, but the listener felt they contained absolute certainty.
Venerable Xian'en did not answer Wuchen's question. His eyes revealed nothing, but his words were calm yet powerful.
"Since you trust her, then trust yourself."
Having returned from the ancient secret realm, Jinming stood a little distance away from the two, quietly listening to their disjointed conversations, which others couldn't understand but he inexplicably could. The image of Zhenru appeared in his mind.
Who exactly is that female cultivator? It seems no one cares, but secretly there are people on guard against her everywhere, yet some people have excessively unrealistic expectations of her.
As Jin Ming thought this, he looked at Wu Chen again.
He's definitely not an ordinary person. After all, what kind of person would be trusted by someone radiating the holy light of merit?
The world of Yaori is in chaos, but not everyone is in chaos.
When everyone is in chaos, those few who remain calm stand out all the more.
But soon, these conspicuous people disappeared without a trace before they were even noticed.
If you pay attention, you'll notice that the Sunrise Realm has lost many high-level cultivators who usually don't show their talents, as well as some young disciples who have never appeared in public.
...
It wasn't too late for Zhenru to receive the news.
At that time, after she had dealt with Liu Yunzhao, she was preparing to go back to continue watching the Needle Fighting Competition.
Who knew that after taking only a few steps, perhaps because the shackles in his heart were broken, he strolled around leisurely, and his cultivation level soared to the Nascent Soul stage.
There were no unusual celestial phenomena, no rain, and of course, no overwhelming lightning strikes.
Just like Zhenru's cultivation level is like this, it's just that his true cultivation level is revealed as he walks.
As for why this happened, Zhenru had a general idea in her mind, so she stopped sighing and silently suppressed her cultivation back to the Golden Core stage.
When she returned to the Needle Fighting Competition, the third stage of the competition had just ended.
Upon entering the spectator stands, Zhenru felt an overwhelming vitality surging towards everyone.
The person sitting next to her saw Zhenru come over and vaguely sensed some change in Zhenru, but he was busy absorbing the healing energy and couldn't spare much energy to pay attention to Zhenru.
When the man finally figured out what the changes in Zhenru might be, and wanted to turn around and start a conversation, he found that the person next to him had disappeared without a trace.
Zhenru left a quarter of an hour ago.
Because she received a message from the Spirit Realm to the other side of the myriad realms.
The Multiverse Communication Talisman is extremely precious. Even a large sect like the Qingxuan Dao Sect can't produce more than a few. Unless something major happens, it's impossible for it to be used to send messages to private individuals.
Zhenru, who originally intended to continue searching for the Golden Crow's essence blood, knew the priorities and naturally boarded the teleportation array without delay, returning to the Qingxuan Dao Sect.
"Sect Master Qingxuan, why are you in such a hurry to find me? Has something happened?"
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