Above the heavenly canopy, murky colors spread.
To the cultivators below, what had happened was still impossible to make out. They could only sense that the two lofty Auras had not weakened.
Jiangnan, Extreme Heaven Cliff.
Ling Xiao studied the heavenly canopy with great interest, then turned curiously to the Great Sword Sect beside him. "Fellow Daoist, who won and who lost? Can you see it?"
The Great Sword Sect nodded slightly.
"I cannot see the details clearly, but I can roughly make it out."
Despite his words, there was not the slightest trace of composure in his eyes. Instead, they had grown solemn to the extreme as he pondered, Was that truly the aura of a Primordial Spirit just now?
With his cultivation, he could naturally see the outcome of the battle with ease. Yet that outcome had utterly astonished him. At the very end, Heavenly Duke's aura had clearly broken through the limit of Heaven-Treading. But as far as he knew, Heavenly Duke, the first Spirit Immortal of the Immortal Pivot, had never cultivated a Dao Heart.
How could it possibly possess a Primordial Spirit?
Or perhaps that was not Heavenly Duke at all, but someone else wearing Heavenly Duke's skin? Yet in this illusory world, where could there be any Primordial Spirit cultivators apart from himself?
Unless the person who had replaced Heavenly Duke—
Had come from the real world outside!
At that thought, the Great Sword Sect, who had always been calm and indifferent, finally rose to his feet. The gaze in his eyes, once still as water, rippled faintly.
Dao Lord? Which one could it be?
With that thought, the Great Sword Sect suddenly turned back to Ling Xiao. "Strictly speaking, Fellow Daoist, your fellow traveler won that battle."
"Oh? Why?"
Ling Xiao was instead