"Song Luoyi, you… you're really still alive."
At this moment, Jia Lingyi's expression was incredibly complex—equal parts shock and terror.
The daughter of the Golden Dragon Flame Sect's master, Song Luoyi.
She was also Chu Feng's grandmother.
Even though the old woman before her was so aged, so utterly different from the Song Luoyi in Jia Lingyi's memory— She could still confirm that the person standing before her was indeed Chu Feng's grandmother, Song Luoyi.
"You did this? Was it you who did this?"
"No—that can't be you. Who was it? Who exactly was it?"
Having recovered her wits, Jia Lingyi demanded in a strained voice.
Her first reaction upon seeing Chu Feng's grandmother had been fear.
But remembering that the Alchemy Immortal Sect had been annihilated, her fury surged just as powerfully.
"Someone helped you, didn't they?"
"I knew it. There's someone standing behind you."
"Otherwise, how could Chu Feng possibly cultivate so quickly? How could he dare to defy the Seven Realms Holy Residence?"
"Someone's been secretly supporting you, pushing you to oppose the Seven Realms Holy Residence—am I right?"
"No wonder… no wonder…"
"Is it the Immortal Sea Fish Clan? The Firmament Immortal Sect? Or could it be the Divine Body Celestial Palace?"
Jia Lingyi refused to believe that this could have been done by Chu Feng's grandmother.
The fact that Chu Feng's grandmother was even alive was a miracle in itself.
And her Alchemy Immortal Sect had inherited tens of thousands of years of legacy—it was a mighty sect second only to the great Heavenly River overlords.
A true colossus!!
The sect harbored countless powerful Spirit World Masters and cultivators.
Even the Song Luoyi she remembered, talented as she was, could never have been a match for the Alchemy Immortal Sect.
She was certain—Chu Feng and his grandmother must have a formidable force secretly backing them.
That way, everything made sense: Chu Feng's rapid growth, his ability to turn danger into safety time and again, even his capacity to forge bonds with geniuses from every faction.
Whoosh— But suddenly, Song Luoyi turned her gaze toward Jia Lingyi.
With just a single look, Jia Lingyi froze as if she had turned to stone.
Her entire body trembled, tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes, and even saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth. Her expression was that of a person who had lost her mind entirely.
It was only when Song Luoyi withdrew her gaze that Jia Lingyi came back to herself.
She collapsed face-down onto the ground with a thud.
All the power she had gained from her fury had vanished completely.
She could only lie there, questioning in a quivering voice: "You… how could you have reached such a realm?"
But to Jia Lingyi's question, Song Luoyi gave no answer—nor did she raise a hand against her.
After pulling her gaze away, Song Luoyi looked straight ahead and walked forward at an unhurried pace, disappearing into the sea of fire.
As if she had simply left…
But Jia Lingyi stood there with her mouth agape, tears gushing endlessly, her lips twisted into an expression that was neither a cry nor a laugh.
"Haha…"
Finally, a sound escaped her—she was laughing. But it was a bitter laugh, utterly drenched in despair.
That single glance from Song Luoyi had been enough for her to understand. The gulf between them was as vast as the distance between heaven and earth.
It wasn't just her. Even the allies of her Alchemy Immortal Sect were no match for Song Luoyi now.