Inside the discussion hall of the Myriad Manifestation Sect, no one spoke; the atmosphere was so oppressive it seemed as if water could be wrung from it, starkly contrasting with the chaos and commotion within the sect's bounds.
It was the fourth watch of the hour of Wei, and a tranquil atmosphere enveloped the sect. Among the clusters of buildings, countless disciples were either cultivating, sparring, or indulging in laughter over tea and wine within the sect's taverns.
Almost simultaneously, they all heard the same sound echoing across the sky.
The voice precisely covered the entire Myriad Manifestation Sect, with not a whisper to be heard beyond its gates.
Many Myriad Manifestation Sect disciples put down their tasks and, whether they approached a tavern window or stepped out of their chambers, they all instinctively looked up at the sky with eyes filled with confusion and astonishment.
