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The Flying Serpent looked surprised. “Eh? Is that an earthquake?”
The ninth heaven was similar to the mundane world. Occasionally, earthquakes happened. However, the damage was not always massive. At most, the buildings would be damaged. It could barely do any harm to the immortals, as they were all capable of flying.
Di Fuyi was looking in the direction of the hall.
Meanwhile, the Flying Serpent suddenly remembered that its power was tied. Quickly, it handed its hands over to Bai Ze and demanded, “Please disarm the spell!”
To transform into a young lady, Bai Ze had to suppress most of the Flying Serpent’s spiritual power. It needed to act like a lady whose spiritual power was only at the level a Golden Immortal. Bai Ze had to disarm the seal for the Flying Serpent to return to its original form. After all, it had no intention to keep its current appearance.
Unexpectedly, Bai Ze completely ignored its request. Blankly, it stared at the direction of the hall as well and murmured, “Something is not right.”
The Flying Serpent was getting impatient. “Hey, what is wrong? It is merely an earthquake, nothing more. Please disarm the spell.”
“Normally, an earthquake will affect a fairly wide area. As you can see, we are only dozens of miles away from the center of the quake, but the surrounding clouds remain unaffected,” Bai Ze expressed its concerns. “From the scale of the destruction, I can tell that the earthquake must have been a massive one. Why didn’t we feel any of it?”
The Flying Serpent finally realized. “If that is not an earthquake, what else can it be? Is the place under attack? It does not seem like it either.”
Bai Ze had lived long enough to be the most knowledgeable one amongst the Eight Mythological Beasts. “The catastrophe!”
The catastrophe resembled the effects of an earthquake, but they were not entirely the same. Earthquakes happened from time to time, but the catastrophe was a very rare event; probably once in tens of thousands of years. Not many had lived long enough to witness it.
The Divine Lord had once told Bai Ze about the catastrophe. It resembled an earthquake, with a massive destructive force enough to damage anything on the surface. Once trapped, one would lose the ability to fly as well. The only way to escape was to run. No one was safe, even the Mighty Immortals.
There were many causes for the catastrophe, according to the Divine Lord. It would most probably be caused by the betrayal of a heavenly secret, which was supposed to be kept confidential at all times.
Di Fuyi had never experienced a catastrophe, but he had read about it from a book given to him by the Divine Lord. He only had a glance on the subject and was not really concerned about it. Bai Ze’s explanation served as a reminder to him. It made him realize that something must have gone wrong.
The one who had betrayed the heavenly secret seemed to be Gu Xijiu. Without thinking of his own safety, he quickly sprung into action. “Let’s go and have a look!” He told Bai Ze.
Bai Ze turned and rushed to the hall at full speed. It was the fastest it had ever traveled.
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The catastrophe did not last long, only about half a minute. However, it was extremely disastrous. Most of the buildings were destroyed. The hall, which was filled with fragrance and celestial sagacity in the air, turned into a complete mess.
Cracks randomly crisscrossed the ground. All the immortals were in a fluster. Their hair was in a mess, and their clothes were unkempt and torn. Most of them were injured, some severer than others.
When Di Fuyi arrived, the hall was no longer intact. Dust filled the air, blotting out the sky and the sun.
