Pang Xiu's expression subtly changed, evidently shocked by the bald female cultivator's words.
But being in the Myriad Library and well aware of the other's identity, he dared not question the bald female cultivator's words, and hurriedly asked,
"This...Is there really no other way?"
"Another way?"
The bald female cultivator shook her head:
"As far as I know, there truly isn't. According to Chongyuan Patriarch's calculations, this was the only chance for the Wanxiang Sect to leave this realm, but that opportunity no longer exists... You better remind them now. If it's any later and they are completely locked by the will of heaven and earth, not even seeking refuge in the dungeon can spare them from Thunder Tribulation."
As she spoke,
In the sky, a crack appeared as though the outer realm was under some pressure, suddenly dipping inward, splitting and falling like an eggshell, forming a black hole, before rapidly spreading cracks around it.
Bang!
