In the outside world, Huang Ming, Kong Yun, Cao Qingyu, and Zhou Shiqi had just disembarked from their spacecraft and arrived in the Old World. Huang Ming, despite his sharp facial features and yellowing hair, had a certain aura about him, surrounded by a faint mist of immortality. His appearance might not have been striking, but his demeanor carried some weight. 0

"You've been gallivanting around with Zhou Yun again, haven't you?" Kong Yun accused Huang Ming, noticing his unsteady gait. Yet, before he could assert his superiority, Kong Yun himself stumbled awkwardly.0

"I did not!" protested Huang Ming. He considered himself quite disciplined and had never crossed any lines. It was Zhou Yun who often dragged him into frivolous activities, like watching enchanting dances.0

"Look, even the 'Immortal Lady Zhou' is staggering," pointed out Huang Ming, as Zhou Shiqi, surrounded by her own celestial aura, had just taken a step and faltered. Her elegant figure in a white dress swayed, a bit more dramatically than one might expect.0

Huang Ming's blunt remark irked the others. Everyone's mood was tense, sensing the seriousness of the situation. Indeed, they had all felt a tremor – a shaking that had started with those whose foundations were the weakest, eventually affecting everyone. This chilling event highlighted a terrifying reality: every tremor had the potential to erode their hard-earned realms, a nightmare for beings of...0