At first, it was merely an ordinary change.
All cultivators of Immortal Pivot—those who had long suffered the ravages of the dark-side storm—suddenly saw fleeting scenes from bygone ages.
It was like looking into a mirror.
The world as it had once been, their own childhood years, the era when their parents had struggled and striven—layer upon layer of phantoms emerged, piled atop the Real World.
In mortal kingdoms, throngs of cultivators battled fiercely in the sky, countless flames setting the night ablaze; in great sects and small schools, senior masters and forebears discussed the Dao and expounded their teachings, their laughter and conversation displaying all the bearing of Immortal houses. Golden Core True Lords wielded Fruit Positions, their true bodies filling heaven and earth, while fallen cultivators exploded in the Light Sea like resplendent fireworks—
History was gradually revealing its true face.
One hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred years—the long history since the Dao Lord War. Phantoms from antiquity were, at this moment, vividly reflected before all living beings.
Like the inner and outer views of a river.
Parallel, yet never intersecting.
Together, they formed a bizarre and fantastical whole. They could clearly be seen, yet could not be touched, like a stage play with no audience.
The anomaly was not confined to Immortal Pivot. It spread across the entire Light Sea, filled the Foundation Establishment Realm, and even extended all the way above the [Sea of Suffering]. Only the Netherworld lay outside it, faintly standing apart. Yet even so, those reflections that did not belong to this world continued to spread toward it.
"Rumble!"
[Purple-Green Tusita Fire] boiled within the furnace. Lu Yang did not stop moving, continuously adding supplementary ingredients into it according to the pill formula provided by the First Generation Monster-Rearing Peak Master.
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