Who was observing Mu Changsheng?
Lu Yang frowned deeply. Drawing on the experience of his previous lives, his first thought was the Heavenly Duke. Yet he quickly shook his head internally, dismissing that conclusion.
No. The Heavenly Duke is foolish and ignorant.
Heaven and Earth are heartless, treating all things as straw dogs. No matter how much favor it showed Mu Changsheng, it should not have paid this much attention to him. The Heavenly Duke is not the one observing him.
Someone is borrowing the Heavenly Duke's eyes to observe Mu Changsheng!
At that thought, curiosity gradually surfaced on Lu Yang's face. Stroking his chin, he pondered, I knew Mu Changsheng was hiding another secret.
Otherwise, the Sacred Sect Ancestor would never have targeted him so fiercely. His soul was thrown straight into the Law Refining Secret Realm for confinement, clearly leaving him no path to survival. For a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator to make the Sacred Sect Ancestor go this far—even act personally—he was getting the same treatment as me.
What gave Mu Changsheng that right?
With that doubt in mind, Lu Yang slowly focused his thoughts and cast his gaze toward the Overseas Immortal Alliance, where it settled on Mu Changsheng's consciousness, still sleeping within the Dao Abomination.
Color Talent: Out-of-Drama Observer!
In an instant, the world in Lu Yang's eyes changed.
Centered on Mu Changsheng, he saw boundless "qi" flickering—black, azure, purple, white, and red. Infinite colors swirled and overlapped.
So this is Fortune?
Understanding dawned on Lu Yang. Black qi represented death, azure qi wealth and status, Purple Qi authority, white qi was utterly ordinary, and red qi represented murderous danger.
Countless streams of "qi," each in different colors, intertwined around Mu Changsheng. Tug one hair and the whole body moved. In the state of Out-of-Drama