These nine figures, from beginning to end, though all kept their eyes tightly shut, everything revealed from them made it clear that they too had developed a certain fear toward that humming sound.
And that golden figure up ahead sensed all of this with extreme clarity.
"What do you think we should do?" After a brief silence, the golden figure finally spoke slowly.
As his voice fell, in this quiet domain not a single sound emerged; those nine figures also gave no response, no reaction at all.
It was precisely this kind of silence that granted the golden figure a faint moment of realization.
"Perhaps, it was always meant to be thus. Since that is the case, this old man wants to see just how far my Sun Bloodline can really go. Since it has come to this, this old man will open his eyes and watch all of this unfold, and at the very instant Rongtian truly shatters, I will send a strand of soul into that place. No matter what, my Sun Bloodline must not be cut off."
