Xu Yangyi nodded.

“A Core Formation-less lower realm was actually able to escape the hands of three half-step Nascent Soul ancestors… No, this isn’t the important point…” Zu Huai’en seemed to ponder something for three seconds. Just as he was about to speak, his body shivered without warning.

“Time’s up,” he made a long sigh. Afterwards, he said with an extremely grave expression, “Who first sensed the great dream… all of my life I myself knew.” [1]

Xu Yangyi furrowed his brows. He didn’t understand the meaning behind Zu Huai’en’s words.

“In the entire Clearcloud Realm…” Zu Huai’en took a step forward, his voice shaking. “There is not one living person!”

“What?” Xu Yangyi’s gaze suddenly glimmered, and he quickly scanned the entire crowd below.

He dared to confirm that these people were absolutely alive! They couldn’t possibly be puppets! And they moreover couldn’t be dead!

“Fellow Daoist Xu.” Zu Huai’en’s body shuddered again, his face somewhat pale. “Don’t believe in anything you see… In this place, never believe!”

“Believe me… none of the people here are alive! Not a single one!” he repeated twice. “There is a great issue with the Clearcloud Realm! I suspect… that a godly cultivator…” he trailed off without finishing because white light was already flashing at the top of his head. This was the omen of...