Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield.
Between the desolate mountain ranges, Chu Zheng, clad in gray, sat on the ground, gazing at the Spirit Communication Jade Scroll in his hand which was gradually dimming, his brows slowly furrowing.
The Spirit Communication Jade Scroll was crafted from his Golden Body; once it was damaged, he would instantly be aware.
After Song Lingxue had sent a message and then destroyed it, he understood without much thought that she had not wanted to involve him.
Stepping into the realm of a True Immortal and managing to alarm the Immortal Alliance was indeed beyond his expectations.
It was understandable; within the Immortal Alliance, there existed methods to observe the Heavenly Fate, but he never imagined they could be so precise.
After pondering for a long while, Chu Zheng put away the jade scroll and stood up to walk out of the mountain range.
The world was filled with a faint sweet fragrance, originating from the War Blood of various powerful beings.