The thought caused Tian Yongheng's eyes to darken slightly, an indescribable feeling surfacing in his heart.
No matter how strong the Sword Venerable was, he had ultimately despaired. This alone was enough to explain many things.
Just what was coming in the great upheaval to even make an existence such as the Sword Venerable unable to muster up any thoughts of resistance?
An Earth Immortal?
Although strong, there was only one minor realm difference, the Sword Venerable, even if he were unable to defeat them, wouldn't have appeared so hopeless.
So, was it a Heaven Immortal?
An Origin Immortal?
Or was it not just about the cultivation realm?
After all, throughout sixteen million years, the Sword Venerable had stood at the absolute apex of the Lower Realm.
Connected to a supreme power like the Kunlun Divine Mountain, his vision and understanding probably far surpassed ordinary Immortals.
The thing he feared could not possibly be so simple.
