Before the South Celestial Gate, the astral winds howled bitterly.
That dark blue figure stood with his hands behind his back. His clothes remained completely Immovable, as if he had merged into one with this towering Celestial Gate.
The lingering echoes of his words could still be heard. The Loose Cultivator Great Master who had been reduced to ashes had not left even a single trace behind.
More than ten Great Masters, carrying more than ten of this realm's peak auras, froze simultaneously. Their gazes fell upon that dark blue figure, upon that young yet endlessly composed face, and upon those Cyan Gold eyes that were so calm they bordered on indifferent.
Shock.
Apprehension.
These emotions flashed through their eyes, but they were soon replaced by something much stronger.
Indignation!
The fall of that Loose Cultivator Great Master was indeed shocking. But—the Celestial Court was right behind them. The opportunity was right before their eyes.
