"These dreams are about the saints?" Grey frowned.
He thought that this was his own imagination being turned into a movie-like scene, but no, this was actually related to the saints all along.
They had mentioned something about a thing, and he could not understand it properly due to the language barrier, but the thing that was going to descend was most likely the hand.
The next moment his vision shifted.
He stood in the void, staring at the brighter light flickering within the chaotic space.
That light was the Immortal Realm.
From within that distant radiance, several figures slowly stepped out.
They were true immortals, their long robes carrying the heaviness of countless eras.
Wherever they passed, space subtly twisted, and even the chaotic currents instinctively avoided them as though unwilling to brush against beings who had long surpassed all mortal limits.
