Inside the Feather God Sect, a heavy atmosphere hung thick over every corner like viscid ink, resembling the sky just before a violent storm—oppressive and charged with a tense premonition of impending conflict.
"And that eminent monk," the senior disciple said, gazing with deep reverence toward the distant high monk draped in a kasaya, "is Master Yuantong, the head of Subduing Demon Temple. His cultivation is unfathomable, vast and boundless like the open sea, having reached at least the Third Layer of Tongxuan Realm. Look—every shred of aura radiating from him is almost tangible, so heavy it makes one's heart skip a beat." The senior disciple deliberately lowered his voice to address the junior disciple, speaking as softly as a breeze brushing past, as if fearful of disturbing the seemingly calm yet undercurrent-churning atmosphere.
Upon hearing this, the young disciple's eyes flashed with excitement like brilliant stars, bright and fiery as though about to burst from his sockets. His face flushed crimson with enthusiasm like a ripe red apple, and his lips trembled slightly, vividly exposing the surging turmoil within him. "Five experts of the Tongxuan Realm holding the fort here?" he blurted out, his voice rising involuntarily and trembling slightly with agitation, his tone brimming with trust in these powerful figures and eager anticipation of victory, as if he could already envision the enemy being effortlessly crushed like ants under their overwhelming pressure. "In t…
Chapter 78