He first entrusted some important matters to Wen Zhong, then he stepped on the cloud light and soon arrived at Penglai Island.

Penglai Island was shrouded in a misty atmosphere, exuding an air of profound mystery.

Yu Yuan frowned slightly.

He saw a sword shadow suspended high above Purple Ganoderma Cliff, emitting endless light, stirring the essence of Heaven and Earth.

The stars in the vast sky above grew dim!

It was as if the entire world had lost its color, leaving only shades of grey.

The distant waves were boiling and rolling, emitting furious roars.

This was the influence of a Saint's mood on all things between Heaven and Earth.

Yu Yuan's frown deepened.

From this scene, it was obvious that the Saint's mood was not very good.

Yu Yuan, from a distance, saw Zhao Gongming guarding the entrance of Biyou Palace and retracted his cloud light to land in front of him.

"Yu Yuan, my nephew disciple, you've come!"

Zhao Gongming, upon seeing Yu Yuan, greeted him warmly: "After Master returned, he locked himself up in Biyou Palace and refused to see anyone, only sending Water Fire Boys to summon you back."

Yu Yuan nodded, his curiosity growing deeper.

He looked at Zhao Gongming and asked, "Uncle Master, did the Master not say anything after coming back?"

"No," Zhao Gongming shook his head.

Yu Yuan frowned and said, "Something's not quite right."

Zhao Gongming was startled for a moment, then asked, "Nephew, what do you mean by that?"

Yu Yuan shook his head and said, "I just feel something is strange, but I can't specifically pinpoint what it is."

Zhao Gongming thought for a moment and hesitantly nodded.

"Well... Master does seem a bit odd indeed, but I can't quite put my finger on what exactly is odd." Zhao Gongming spoke softly, "He didn't speak of the outcome either. Anyway, if you are going to see Master, it's best to be cautious."

Yu Yuan nodded to show he understood.

Zhao Gongming was about to speak, but Yu Yuan interrupted him.

"Right, uncle master, why don't you go and call my Master, Golden Spirit Saint Mother, over?"

"Ah?" Zhao Gongming, puzzled, said, "Golden Spirit is still in seclusion, are you sure you want to wake her?"

Yu Yuan nodded slightly, solemnly stating, "The matter is of great importance; it's best to have my Master present."

"Oh, that's a good idea." Zhao Gongming nodded, then said, "Nephew, wait here for me, I'll go and call Golden Spirit over."

With that, he turned into a streak of golden light and vanished.

Yu Yuan stood alone in front of Biyou Palace, looking up at the changing skies, his facial expression gradually becoming grave.

How could a respected Saint allow his own heart condition to disturb the outer world?

But just as he was ready to wait there for Golden Spirit Saint Mother and the others to arrive, a dignified voice came from within Biyou Palace.

"Since you've already arrived, why not come in?"

Yu Yuan's heart grew tense, and he could only brace himself to enter.

The moment he entered Biyou Palace, he immediately felt a terrifying pressure emanating from the Saint.

However, this Saintly aura was not as stable as before; it fluctuated in strength, like a leaf boat floating on stormy waves, sometimes soaring high into the sky, sometimes sinking into the Great Abyss.

Yu Yuan had a sudden urge to turn and flee.

But he knew this would not be a wise decision.

He could only proceed with a furrowed brow and quickly arrived in the Main Hall.

There, in the spacious and bright main hall, Tongtian sat cross-legged on a cushion, within the overhead Qingyun, where pieces of green lotus were producing streaks of Chaos Divine Thunder, bursting with dazzling light.

Yu Yuan entered at the peak of this bright display.

Only after Yu Yuan approached, did the light slowly fade.

Tongtian was still sitting with his eyes closed, expressionless.

Yu Yuan waited quietly for a moment, then coughed lightly and said, "Disciple Yu Yuan, greets Master Sect Hierarch! May you enjoy immortal blessings and never-ending Saintly longevity!"

Tongtian remained unresponsive.

Yu Yuan furrowed his brow, his heart sinking further, sensing that something was wrong.

He looked at Tongtian at the head seat, trying to discern any hints from the changes in his expression.

Unfortunately, he could not see anything.

He hesitated, considering whether to take the opportunity to leave right now.

Then, Tongtian finally opened his eyes, saying in an emotionless voice, "Sit."

After Yu Yuan sat down, there was silence for a while, but he decided to initiate the conversation.

"Did the Sect Hierarch summon me here regarding the decree from Zixiao Palace? Calculating the time, there is still a while until the ten-year deadline. Have you found Zixiao Palace and seen the Taoist Ancestor?"

Tongtian nodded slightly, speaking blandly, "Correct, I have seen our Master."

Yu Yuan's brow furrowed as he solemnly asked, "Then what exactly is the Taoist Ancestor's view on the matter?"

Tongtian closed his eyes and did not answer.

Yu Yuan fell silent, on guard within his heart.

A moment later, Tongtian spoke in a deep voice, "Leave. Leave the Jie Sect, leave Primordial, the farther the better. Flee to a place far from the Primordial Heavenly Dao; otherwise, you'll only meet death..."

Upon reaching this point, Tongtian's face suddenly changed, his expression quickly turning fierce, and at the same time, an overwhelming Saintly aura slammed down on Yu Yuan.

Despite being fully alert and prepared, Yu Yuan had not expected Tongtian, who had just been urging him to flee Primordial in the previous moment, to suddenly attack him without warning.

Yu Yuan felt a heavy sink in his heart and quickly brought out the Chaos Bell, letting the fearsome Saintly pressure crash against the bell.

The sound of "Dang, dang, dang" of the bell rang out continuously.