"It should be this realm, just for the destiny of this realm to end?"
The man in the white robe muttered to himself, his tone filled with confusion.
He sensed numerous auras approaching, clearly, his arrival had alarmed the living beings of this realm.
He immediately vanished into the air, and the black spatial rift he left behind began to shrink. By the time a group of cultivators arrived, the rift had already narrowed significantly.
"Has someone ascended?"
"Hard to say, the aura just now was terrifying, unlike that of an Ascender."
"Could it be an invasion by Immortal Gods?"
"Unlikely, I've heard that when Immortal Gods invade the Great World, they do so openly and even announce their arrival in advance, brazen to the extreme."
"How many years has it been? Who knows when Immortal Gods might invade our Celestial Spirit Great World. It's making me uneasy even in cultivation."
