"Rumble...!"
In the distance, towering dust and smoke climbed skyward like dragons, churning the Cloud Sea for tens of thousands of miles. The spiritual qi of heaven and earth roiled violently, while the land let out a groan of unbearable strain.
This phenomenon lasted a full quarter of an hour.
Then, an immense Divine Thought swept across all directions, meticulously searching every inch of land. Only after making three passes back and forth did it finally withdraw.
The radiance of heaven and earth dimmed as a result.
Not far from the affected region, Lu Yang stood with his hands behind his back. An ocean-like haze of chaotic light surrounded him, concealing him completely.
[Dust Tribulation Sea].
This mysterious art could summon calamities and evade disasters. Lu Yang had deployed it now and hidden far enough away, allowing him to avoid the person who had acted.
If they can't win, they flip the table. They're panicking.
A smile lingered at the corner of Lu Yang's lips. Having figured out the true nature of [Yellow Millet], he was no longer worried. This method of luring people into dreams had far too great a flaw.
It might have achieved miraculous results in the Light Sea of true history, in an age when Dao Heart cultivation methods had been forbidden. But in False History—especially at this point in time, when everyone cultivated Dao Hearts and there was no shortage of people who had forged Mind Fasting—the effects caused by [Yellow Millet] were actually very easy to contain.
"Clang—"
As if answering Lu Yang's speculation, the next moment he heard a resounding sword cry rise from the direction of Jiangnan and spread throughout the entire Immortal Pivot.
Wherever it passed, all living beings woke from their dreams.
"Great Sword Sect!"
Lu Yang's pupils contracted. Before