In the Chaos Void outside the Immortal Realm.
Three Saints gathered here once again.
As for such small gatherings, they changed each time.
Not long ago, when they first met in the Chaos Void, there were eight Saints.
These eight Saints were also the permanent residents of the Immortal Realm.
Then, the second time they met, there were only seven Saints.
After that, six.
And now, there remained only three.
Plus an Ancient God; no one knew where he'd gone, utterly untraceable.
These three Saints were the Three Pure Ones.
At this moment, the three Saints looked at each other, their eyes filled with bewilderment.
Had the calamity of the Immortal Realm truly arrived?
But this calamity was far too terrifying, wasn't it?
In such a short period of time, so many Saints had fallen.
When the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold.
How could they not worry?
This also led to the three Saints meeting in silence, rather than talking, as soon as they faced each other.
