Silence spread across the battlefield.
An Earth Immortal had fallen.
For a brief moment, no one moved.
No one breathed.
Cultivators—mortal and immortal alike—stared at the place where Li Zhenhe had stood only moments ago.
There was no corpse. No shattered bones. No lingering soul that could be revived either.
Nothing!
As if he had never existed.
"He… he's dead?"
A trembling voice broke the stillness from somewhere on the battlefield.
That single sentence was enough.
Panic rippled outward.
Li Zhenhe!
The Grand Elder of the Li Clan.
An Earth Immortal who had stood at the pinnacle of the Desolate Heaven Empire for centuries.
A figure whose name alone could suppress sects and intimidate enemies.
Gone—just like that.
For many of the Immortal Realm cultivators present, Li Zhenhe was not a distant legend. He was someone they acknowledged and had even fought.
They knew his strength.
