Twenty minutes later, the bright cry of a skylark sped into the air, leaving a streak of golden spirit light in the sky.

At the Post Horse Station, all of Shangchen’s leaders gravely watched this stream of light.

“You’re saying…” The chairman fixed his eyes outside and said quietly, “They can succeed?”

The premier laughed bitterly. “I don’t know… but this is our greatest hope… the Clearcloud Realm’s hope! If the Clearcloud Realm’s two strongest people take all of Shangchen’s spirit-masters, and fail…” He shut his eyes, leaned back, and made a long sigh. “Then… everything is done for.”

“The Clearcloud Realm… can’t find two people this strong anymore! There’ll be no hope left!”

No one replied. Heavy psychological pressure weighed down on their minds like a boulder. They could only use their gazes to see the task force off.

Xu Yangyi and Moonless stood on the skylark’s head. Everyone else were in the skylark’s belly. Inexhaustible darkness confronted them as far as the eye could see.

Their line of sight could only penetrate several thousand meters. Everything else beyond was indistinct, forever belonging to the dead and silent primal chaos.

The surrounding air had also become...