"This... what realm is this..."
Under the thundering clouds, Lv Baitian stood on his magic artifact, filled with fear as he gazed at the Origin Tree of Ephemera, murmuring to himself.
Even he, at the ninth layer of the Unification Realm, felt this way, not to mention those with a lower cultivation level.
The Supreme Sect disciples below felt as if they were being crushed by a thousand weights. They began to descend, forcing their formation to break.
"What are we facing..."
"Impossible... Impossible... Could the Ephemera Sect truly have an immortal?"
"What should we do... Is there really no hope?"
"We still have the Sword Venerable Fudao. If he arrives, there might be a glimmer of hope..."
While the disciples of the Supreme Sect clung to a sliver of hope, the other sects had plunged into utter despair.
Daoist Tianshu from the Three Pure Ones Mountain stared at the Origin Tree of Ephemera, his face pale. No matter how he calculated, he couldn't see any chance of hope.
