In the Grand Alstreim City, three silhouettes suddenly appeared in the skies. Their expressions were convoluted with confusion as they looked into the distance before they turned their heads in each other's direction, their gazes meeting with a bit of disbelief etched on their faces.
"This aura... Is that what I think it is...?" The white-robed man asked with soul transmission; his tone etched with profound disbelief.
"It can't be..." Another man in viridian-colored robes sent a reply.
But he then shook his head, "I am not sure. Although the aura is extremely faint that only we Ninth Stage Powerhouses can sense it from this distance, it is thick with heaven and earth energy to an unprecedented level, like it is its purest form, and as far as I know, records of these mentions are always about heavenly tribulations..."
"Someone is undergoing tribulation...? Are they going to become an Immortal?"
