After Lin Youwei's words,
everyone recalled the clothes Yi Feng had just been wearing—they were unmistakably from the Desolate Realm.
Instantly,
it felt as if a thunderbolt had struck them on a clear day.
They were well aware of how powerful this person was.
With the strength of a 20th-level True Immortal, traversing millions of miles in the blink of an eye,
such an enemy was enough to make them feel suffocated.
"But if he's from the Desolate Realm, why did he let us go?" one of the 1st-level True Immortals couldn't help but ask.
"Yeah, exactly!"
The others echoed the same question.
Lin Youwei sighed and shook her head, saying, "Do you really think crushing a few ants is that interesting to someone like him?"
Hearing this,
the group collectively staggered a few steps.
Indeed.
Although they were considered the backbone of the Array Realm, in the eyes of a 20th-level True Immortal super expert, they were nothing more than insignificant ants.
To him, their existence or non-existence made no difference.
So, naturally, he couldn't be bothered to crush them like ants.
"What should we do now?"
The group wore heavy expressions.
"The only thing we can do now is to report this to our master as soon as possible," Lin Youwei said with a tone of reluctance. "Because the situation has completely spiraled out of our control."
Thus, when they left the core of the mountain range via the teleportation array and switched to another array to return to Array Heaven City, Lin Youwei immediately sent a message back to the city using a jade slip.
It was midnight in Array Heaven City.
Most of the experts were meditating and cultivating.
But as soon as the message arrived, everyone began gathering in the council hall.
In no time, the city's top figures had assembled, each wearing a deeply solemn expression.
"Well, any news? Have we found any historical figures from our Array Realm who might match this person?" Chen Xianxuan asked immediately.
Clearly, he was resistant to the news Lin Youwei had sent, still clinging to a last shred of hope, unwilling to give up...
He wanted to find some evidence to prove that Lin Youwei's message wasn't entirely accurate.
But the result disappointed him.
Everyone in the room shook their heads.
"Over the past few days, we've mobilized the entire intelligence network of the Array Realm, consulted many elders, and even looked into various rumors and legends, as well as scoured countless records..."
"But not a single person matches this individual,"
one of the elders reported. "So, it's certain that this person is not from our Array Realm."
After speaking, the elder sighed and shook his head helplessly.
Hearing this, Chen Xianxuan slumped into his chair, dumbfounded.
In an instant, he seemed to have aged countless years.
"Is this person really from the Desolate Realm?"
Chen Xianxuan's voice was low, clearly still unable to accept the reality.
"Most likely!"
the elder who had spoken earlier replied.
"But even if we've confirmed he's not from the Array Realm, based solely on the information Lin Youwei sent back, we still can't definitively prove he's from the Desolate Realm, can we?"
Chen Xianxuan, still unwilling to face the truth, was searching for reasons to prove that Yi Feng wasn't from the Desolate Realm.
After all, if Yi Feng wasn't from the Desolate Realm, it would be something they could accept.
"I share your hope, but as soon as I received the message, I had my subordinates check if there were any figures from the Desolate Realm who matched this person."
"In less than half a moment, they found a match,"
the man said, pushing a jade slip toward Chen Xianxuan.
Then, a heavy voice spoke...
"This person is named Zhen Jian, a prominent figure who frequently appeared in the Desolate Realm thirty thousand years ago. He was a prodigy from birth, once causing celestial phenomena in the Desolate Realm. His cultivation from Human Immortal to True Immortal was smooth and effortless, a true bearer of great fortune."
"Back then, he had a mount known for its incredible speed. Although no one knew exactly what it was, based on the rumors, it somewhat resembles the mount this person rides."
"Additionally, he was known for his romantic escapades, often dressing in white and styling himself as a young nobleman. He was arrogant, loved flattery, and frequently visited small places to play the fool and humble others."
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