The Phantasms’ ancient starships came to a stop in the middle of the void.

Looking at the Soul-devouring Lake, Yuna’s emerald eyes were filled with a grim look as she said, “The grand patriarch’s aura is gone.”

Upon hearing these words, the powerful Phantasm experts beside her all fixed the Soul-devouring Lake with bewildered gazes. It was just that, considering their strength, they couldn’t sense anything from it.

“What does that mean, my lady?” Armes asked respectfully.

Eyebrows furrowed, Yuna said, “I’m afraid something has happened to that grand patriarch. He left his aura here intentionally. He must have counted on his people to sense his aura and track it to his location, so he wouldn’t have stopped leaving it willingly.

“Now that his aura is gone, there must have been a mishap. Perhaps, he’s been... annihilated.”

A seventh grade Phantasm warrior gasped and said, “The soul of a grand patriarch is not that easily annihilated, right?”

Yuna sighed. “He would be very hard to kill if he still...