Celestial Nether Sword Sect.
Amidst a sheer, broken cliff, a swirl of dark mist coiled.
Numerous powerhouses of the Celestial Nether Sword Sect gathered here, absorbing the energy emitting from the black fog.
"Hm? That punk's still not dead?"
An old man with white hair suddenly snapped open his eyes, having sensed that the Blood Evil Mark was constantly on the move.
He had believed Lin Chang'sheng had perished inside the Secret Realm, but now it seemed the boy was still alive?
"Grand Elder, are you saying Lin Chang'sheng is still alive?"
At his side, Liu Jianhui asked in surprise.
Wasn't it said Lin Chang'sheng fell—how did he come back from the dead?
"There's no mistake. That brat entered the Secret Realm over a year ago, yet not only did he survive, but his cultivation broke through considerably!"
The Grand Elder spoke slowly, a gleam of cold, piercing intent gathering in his eyes, seemingly capable of dripping ice.
