Ten Thousand Sword Sect Master observed Ying Yue's shocked expression in silence.
She did not mock it. She did not reassure her.
Because her disciple's reaction was no different from her own when she had first received the news.
No matter how lofty her position was in the Soaring Dragon Continent, no matter how many cultivators bowed their heads before her, when facing those existences from the Upper Realm, she was still insignificant.
Painfully so.
She stood at the peak of the mortal world, a Grand Ascension Realm powerhouse whose name alone could suppress an entire continent. Yet compared to immortals, that title meant nothing. The gulf between mortals and immortals was not a matter of talent or effort—it was a fundamental divide, like comparing dust to the stars.
Even the lowest tier of the Immortal Realm—the Grand Unity Immortal—was said to be thousands of times stronger than her.
A being like that could erase the Thousand Sword Sect with a stray thought.
