The rain continued falling from the heavens as dark clouds covered the sky above Kunlun Divine Mountain, stretching endlessly toward the horizon.
The atmosphere inside the garden remained solemn.
After what had just happened, no one possessed the mood for casual conversation.
The death of the Sword Venerable had struck everyone harder than expected.
Even beings who had cultivated for millions of years were not immune to such emotions.
After all, the Sword Venerable had existed for too long, so long that his presence had become a part of the Lower Realm itself, synonymous with invincibility.
Now that presence was gone, it was still hard for them to accept it for the time being.
For a while, the four of them continued discussing everything they knew.
Tian Yongheng listened quietly most of the time.
Occasionally, he would offer his own thoughts.
As the strongest person present, every sentence he spoke carried considerable weight.
