One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
He stood frozen in place, waiting for a full half incense stick's time, yet saw no sign of these four soul lamps lighting up at all.
"Gulp～" Yan Zhong gulped heavily, his voice tinged with a sob, murmuring to himself: "Illusion... It must be an illusion!"
"Haha, two Supreme Realm ancestors, two Spirit Severing Realm geniuses, how could they possibly fall at the same time?"
"They're clearly all in the clan now, it must be because I've meditated for too long and haven't woken up, experiencing hallucinations..."
Deceiving himself while stumbling back to the stone platform, he tightly clenched the hem of his coat with both hands, trying hard to suppress the pounding of his heart.
Then he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and forced himself to meditate calmly, but his mind was filled with the picture of the soul lamps extinguishing, unable to find peace.
