After Javier Sinclair and Celeste Grant left.
A voice rang out.
"Wait a minute."
"Don't go."
"Dad, Mom."
Aaron Sinclair appeared in the air, scratching his head anxiously as he watched his parents, who had already left.
He spread his Divine Sense across the entire Cultivation World, but he couldn't find a single trace of them.
He had been on another battlefield in the Cultivation World, fending off an invasion from the Outer Realms Race, when a great earthquake shook the land. The void rift in the sky had morphed into a swirling black hole, its immense suction pulling countless Cultivators around him into the air. His Cultivation was high, so he had used magic to grab hold of thousands upon thousands of them.
When his mother began to sacrifice herself, he was stunned speechless. A chill ran through him, from his body to his very Primordial Spirit. Aaron Sinclair had wanted to rush over and stop her immediately, but an invisible force restrained him.
He knew what it was.
