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Inside the barrier.
When Wuma Changkong and Wuma Xian'er entered, they found Nangong Xuandie and Lang Sun Chuan standing there in a daze.
Their bodies hovered in mid-air, gazing at the location of the Celestial Palace of the Sky ahead.
In their eyes, there was a hint of despair and distress.
"What’s going on? Where is the Celestial Palace of the Sky?"
As he looked towards the floating location of the Celestial Palace of the Sky, Wuma Changkong's gaze fell on Nangong Xuandie and Lang Sun Chuan, his expression grim.
Wuma Xian'er also suddenly turned to them, an uneasy premonition rising in her heart.
Nangong Xuandie had been the first to step into the barrier; now that the Celestial Palace of the Sky had vanished, what exactly had happened?
Nangong Xuandie shook her head without speaking, her gaze fixed ahead, seemingly still unable to believe what had occurred.
At this moment, in the area where the Celestial Palace of the Sky had just been, chaotic energy currents filled the space, and everything else had completely disappeared.
It was as if the Celestial Palace of the Sky had never existed at all.
Lang Sun Chuan took a deep breath and looked at Wuma Changkong and Wuma Xian'er. "When Nangong Xuandie and I came in, the Celestial Palace of the Sky had already vanished. This place has turned into a chaotic energy flow!"
"The Celestial Palace of the Sky has disappeared?"
"What about Ye Fan? How could he not have come out?"
Upon hearing this, Wuma Xian'er looked utterly incredulous.
Aside from the Frog King, everyone else had managed to emerge unscathed from the Celestial Palace of the Sky.
It was impossible for Ye Fan, with his strength, to have failed to escape.
Could it be that he was as unfortunate as the Frog King, struck down by the chaotic energy raging within that celestial abode?
No way, absolutely not!
Wuma Xian'er furrowed her delicate brows tightly, shaking her head repeatedly.
Ye Fan, such a mysterious individual.
His future should be one of a terrifying existence standing at the pinnacle.
How could he have fallen so easily here?
From Ye Fan's words and actions, Wuma Xian'er even felt a certain intuition.
In the face of the restrictions and formations within the Celestial Palace of the Sky, Ye Fan seemed to understand it all like the back of his hand.
If danger truly approached, how could he not sense it at all?
How could he remain inside the celestial palace without attempting to escape?
Wuma Changkong couldn't help but let out a deep sigh. "Xian'er, even the Celestial Palace of the Sky has likely been completely destroyed by this terrifying energy turbulence. As for Ye Fan... sigh..."
Wuma Changkong had intended to say that there was no way Ye Fan could still have any chance of survival.
But when he saw the expressions on Wuma Xian'er and Nangong Xuandie’s faces, he couldn’t bring himself to say those words out loud.
In the end, it turned into a sigh.
Although Lang Sun Chuan's expression was equally grim, like Wuma Xian'er, he instinctively felt that Ye Fan shouldn’t have fallen so easily.
After a moment of contemplation, he boldly speculated, “Master, Miss Xian, do you think it’s possible that our teacher faked his death?”
“Faked his death?”
Wuma Changkong shook his head directly. “Brother Lang, you really dare to think that way. You’ve seen how terrifying the energy turbulence in this immortal palace is; even an existence like the Frog King could be instantly shredded. Besides, now that the entire Celestial Palace of the Sky might have turned to dust, is faking death even possible?”
However, upon hearing Lang Sun Chuan's words, both Wuma Xian'er and Nangong Xuandie exchanged glances filled with a hint of intrigue.
Nangong Xuandie spoke with a glimmer of hope in her eyes, “What if it really is possible?”
Wuma Xian'er looked toward where the Celestial Palace of the Sky had once stood, and in that moment, her mind raced with thoughts.
She ventured a bolder guess: “What if the disappearance of the Celestial Palace of the Sky is related to Ye Fan?”
“The disappearance of the Celestial Palace of the Sky is related to Ye Fan?”
Wuma Changkong, Lang Sun Chuan, and Nangong Xuandie were all taken aback simultaneously.
“Xian'er, what do you mean by that?” Wuma Changkong asked with a furrowed brow.
Wuma Xian'er took a deep breath and then looked at everyone with utmost seriousness. “What I mean is, is it possible that Ye Fan has refined the Celestial Palace of the Sky?”
“What?”
“Did he really refine the Celestial Palace of the Sky?”
When Wuma Xian'er uttered these words, even though Wuma Changkong and Lang Sun Chuan were already prepared, they were still taken aback, shocked beyond measure.
However, after the initial shock wore off, Lang Sun Chuan nodded in agreement. “Although our master is young, he is meticulous and often acts in unexpected ways.”
“And he once told me that when we are with him, we must learn to adapt. Even if he does something incredible, we should not be overly surprised. This shows that our master is indeed capable of things beyond others' reach.”
“I feel Miss Xian is right; it’s not impossible for our master to have taken over this celestial abode!”
Wuma Changkong listened, looking utterly speechless.
What surprised him even more was that Lang Sun Chuan, a renowned master craftsman who had only recently joined Ye Fan's ranks, had already developed such blind admiration and confidence in him.
Nangong Xuandie said, “I also believe Ye Fan won’t fall so easily.”
Wuma Changkong couldn’t bear to dampen their spirits but felt compelled to speak up. “But if what you say is true, then where is this celestial abode now? And where is Ye Fan? Where are the others?”
Lang Sun Chuan shook his head. “Master, please don’t take this the wrong way when I say something unpleasant.”
“Go ahead,” Wuma Changkong replied with a nod.
Lang Sun Chuan’s tone carried a hint of disdain as he said, “Since you’ve encouraged me to speak, I won’t hold back. I truly don’t understand how you can be the leader of this sect. After all, you are a sect master, an Overlord-level existence. How can you be so lost?”
“Lost?”
Wuma Changkong was taken aback by these words and looked at Lang Sun Chuan in disbelief, wanting to ask if he had become a bit too arrogant!
How dare he say such things? Wasn’t that akin to calling him a fool?
Lang Sun Chuan whispered, "This place gathers the top powerhouses from all over the Azure Wave Continent, and everyone has undergone the cleansing of the Ascension Pool. Their strength is no longer comparable to before. Although my master is strong, he cannot possibly contend with so many people."
"Even if you teamed up with him, it probably wouldn't work, right?"
Wuma Changkong nodded solemnly at this point; it was undeniable.
Lang Sun Chuan continued, "Then, if that’s the case, may I ask, if you had acquired the Celestial Palace of the Sky, would you swagger out without a care?"
"Of course not," Wuma Changkong replied without hesitation.
"Then that’s it," Lang Sun Chuan said. "My master is not foolish. If you wouldn't do it, would he?"
Wuma Changkong frowned and said, "Brother Lang, why do I feel like you keep implying that I'm foolish in your words?"
"That's not true; you're just overthinking it," Lang Sun Chuan waved his hand, certainly not admitting it.
Wuma Changkong said, "Alright, even if Ye Fan really did refine the Celestial Palace of the Sky as you say, then he could simply put it away. As long as he doesn't say anything, who would know?"
Lang Sun Chuan's expression turned serious. "In this world, there are no walls that don’t let air through. If my master were to come out like that without saying anything, over time, he would inevitably leave traces behind."
"So I am certain that the reason my master hasn't come out is that he has found a place to hide, to bide his time and wait until his strength becomes even greater. Only then will he sweep through everything and return as a king."
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