"It's over..."
"Ye Xuan is dead!"
The old man fell to the ground in front of the Void Gate, his eyes filled with terror, murmuring to himself.
But the old man was indeed worthy of being a generation's Saint Emperor. He reacted immediately and reported this to the high-ranking ancestors of the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect.
And he himself was also ready to hold his ground, waiting for support.
This matter absolutely must not reach the ears of Ye Xuan's companions.
Otherwise, the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect would be in grave danger.
"What, Ye Xuan is dead?!"
When the high-ranking ancestors of the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect received the news from the old man guarding the dark chamber, the whole sect was in an uproar.
"Impossible, how could that guy be dead?!"
For a moment, the high-ranking ancestors of the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect appeared, secretly gathered, and discussed the matter.
