In the eastern Devilbirds’ Immortal Skills Hall, the black-robed grand elder had a voice that sounded like metal scraping against rock. His voice seemed to overlap with itself, probably because as the old version of himself spoke, so did the middle-aged version behind him, as well as the young man and boy versions. It was a very gruish sight.0

Clearly, though the grand elder didn’t carry the legacy of the immortal skill Six Thieves Deceive Life, whatever immortal skill he did possess was spectacular.0

When his words finished echoing out into the arena, he swung his magic staff out into the air. Though it didn’t seem to strike anything, the sound of a tolling bell rang out. It was like a crack of thunder, and at the same time, seemed like the cry of countless living beings. It created a mountain-toppling, sea-draining momentum that distorted the air and blurred everything in the area.0

In fact, it caused an enormous vortex to spring up. The vortex rotated, becoming like a black hole that led to parts unknown.0

The emissaries from the Imperial Sovereign mountains looked on intently. As for Xu Qing, his expression was the same as ever, but he was clearly intrigued. The other nine emissaries all seemed thoughtful in various ways, and were clearly seeing the grand elder in...0