Chapter 2011: The Town Is Empty of People

After three middle-aged men went through a shocking, arduous battle, they finally succeeded in completely slaying the Black Rope Demon sealed in Seek Immortal Town.

At this moment, each of them bore some wounds, but the thought of soon tasting the delicious dishes personally cooked by Ye Zhangqing made their joy and anticipation surge like a tide.

"Come on, let's hurry to Prison Immortal Pavilion."

One of them shouted excitedly, as if he could already smell the aroma of the food.

The other two also responded in kind, so they supported each other and hurried toward Seek Immortal Pavilion.

Since the town was not far away, not long after, the three middle-aged men smoothly returned to Seek Immortal Town.

However, the moment they stepped into the town, they were surprised to find the entire place unusually deserted, the streets empty of anyone, the formerly bustling scene completely gone.

"How strange, where did everyone go? I can't see a single person."

One of the middle-aged men muttered doubtfully with a suspicious look.

"It's true, even if other places were empty that would be fine, but why is there no one in front of Prison Immortal Pavilion either? Could something have happened here?"

Another middle-aged man frowned, worrying and speculating.

Under the cover of their powerful divine sense, they could clearly feel that not a single person remained in the whole town.

All around was dead silence, so quiet it gave them goosebumps, and an inexplicable eerie atmosphere spread, as if they had entered a gloomy, terrifying ghost town.

Faced with such strangeness, the three middle-aged men unconsciously slowed their steps, carefully examining their surroundings while staying alert for any possible changes or danger.

Today the town was filled with a strange atmosphere, genuinely making one feel odd.

You should know, although Prison Immortal Town is almost isolated from the world and sparsely populated, it still has nothing to do with prosperity.

Yet even so, under normal circumstances there wouldn't be not a single person in sight.

This is broad daylight—where on earth did all the people go?

Logically, even if other places were empty perhaps it could be barely explained, but that even the liveliest and most important Prison Immortal Pavilion in town has no one in sight is utterly unimaginable, simply impossible.

The trio, filled with doubt, rushed all the way to Prison Immortal Pavilion.

As they walked, one of them suddenly seemed to recall something important, his face instantly turning pale as he shouted in terror.

"Oh no, Prison Immortal Pavilion is empty too—Young Master Ye..."

Before he could finish, the other two already understood, and without hesitation they shot out like arrows from a bow.

Just seeing them step forward, their figures instantly appeared outside Prison Immortal Pavilion like ghosts.

Although the one who had just cried out moved a bit slower, he still followed closely and soon arrived before Prison Immortal Pavilion.

At that moment, before their eyes was a tightly closed gate, shut properly with no signs of battle, and even the protective formation was activated.

Yet the entire Prison Immortal Pavilion inside and out was eerily silent, not a sound to be heard.

Gazing at the closed gate and the empty street around, the three men's faces darkened to the extreme, their hearts filled with ominous foreboding.

Especially when they realized Ye Zhangqing had also vanished without a trace, an unprecedented panic quickly spread.

Now the situation might truly have become extremely serious.

Ye Zhangqing actually just disappeared like that, leaving no trace.

Then where should they go to solve their food and clothing problem?

Just moments ago, they had undergone a life-and-death battle against those terrifyingly powerful Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons.

After barely winning with great difficulty, each of them eagerly looked forward to eating a steaming, fragrant meal to reward their exhausted bodies and nerves that had been tense for too long.

Yet who would have thought that upon entering this town that should have been bustling extraordinarily, they would find it completely empty, as if all its residents had vanished overnight.

The whole town was deathly silent, not even a wisp of cooking smoke rising.

Faced with such a bizarre scene, the three stood where they were, staring at each other, for a moment completely at a loss, their hearts filled with doubt and incomprehension.

One of them was even more silent, seeming to sink into deep thought, his expression wavering between hesitation and firm resolve.

After an inner struggle, this person suddenly seemed to have made up his mind, gritting his teeth and cursing fiercely.

"Screw it all."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than he swiftly extended both hands, his ten fingers nimbly beginning to form a complex, mysterious seal.

At the same time, a strong, rich energy ripple began to spread in the surrounding air; looking closely, one could see countless brilliant time laws flowing in from all directions, continually gathering and merging into the seal in his hands.

As time passed, these time laws grew more numerous, eventually forming a dazzling ball of light that contained boundless power.

When the seal was fully completed, the man clenched his teeth, lowered his voice, and uttered in a tone almost trembling yet resolute.

"Time Return Source."

In an instant, a tremendous force erupted from him as the center, sweeping outward; everything it touched seemed to be drawn into an invisible vortex, beginning to flow backward at great speed.

Obviously, this was an extremely profound and inscrutable time technique.

Even in the Immortal Realm, time and space techniques are an extremely profound category of arts.

Not only are they few in number, but only a handful of major powers in the Immortal Realm possess them.

For outsiders to seek a time or space technique is practically impossible to attain.

Besides their rarity, the difficulty of cultivating them is extremely high.

Without outstanding talent, there is no hope of even getting started.

Merely grasping the laws of time and space already blocks ninety-nine percent of cultivators.

Yet it is not hard to see that this middle-aged man's accomplishment in the time technique is not low.

Not only is he highly proficient, but the grade of his technique is also extremely high.

The three are clearly not as simple as they appear on the surface.

As the technique unfolded, the space before the three men became like liquid, quickly forming a space mirror.