Northern Border, Divine Martial Sect.
Lu Yang strolled leisurely among the pavilions and towers, still in the mood to admire the surrounding scenery, as though he were merely a young scholar out on a spring excursion.
Yet above his head, at some unknown point, rolling clouds had already blanketed the entire Divine Martial Sect. And still, the cultivators within the sect noticed nothing. They continued cultivating, battling with spells, and chatting, as though the clouds were nothing but an illusion in their eyes—as though they did not exist at all.
Within the clouds, countless lightning serpents writhed.
From beginning to end, this phenomenon did not kill a single Divine Martial Sect disciple. It merely swept across them, taking away certain invisible things.
—Merit and Fortune.
Every Divine Martial Sect disciple touched by the clouds, though entirely unaware of it, found their bodies inexplicably heavier, as if a thousand-pound burden had been placed upon their shoulders.
Immediately afterward, Lu Yang raised his head and looked into the sky.
The Heaven Investigating Instrument between his brows bloomed with light, allowing him to see clearly that, at this very moment, who knew how many gazes were fixed upon the Divine Martial Sect.
He saw True Person Chongguang's approving gaze.
He saw the Arhats of the Pure Land shaking their heads and sighing.
Of course, none of these people had come in person. They had calculated Karma and were only able to look over from afar through the omnipresent Karmic Net between Heaven and Earth.
Under their watchful eyes, Lu Yang gave an easy smile.
The next moment, the clouds withdrew like the rising and falling tide, finally gathering into Lu Yang's palm and transforming into a fruit woven from Merit and Fortune.
"Pfft!"
Lu Yang put the fruit into his mouth and took