While Lu Yang assisted his split soul in breaking through the tribulation in Non-Existent Heaven, he also kept watch over the battlefield between True Person Demon-Sweeping and the Xuanling Realm.
To be honest, he was somewhat worried.
After all, True Person Demon-Sweeping was alone. For some reason, the Sword Pavilion had not sent any other reinforcements, while the rest were merely a handful of insignificant stragglers.
But on second thought, Lu Yang calmed down again.
In his view, the cultivators of the Xuanling Realm were still far too naive. What kind of broken place was this? Did they really think everyone would fight them at the same realm?
Leaving aside the fact that the Sword Pavilion only sent True Person Demon-Sweeping, which means they must have immense faith in him—even if some danger truly arose, would the Sword Pavilion's True Lords just stand by and watch? At the very least, that True Lord Cheng Tian Zhengde from the Ye Clan would surely cleave over with a single streak of sword qi!
In any case, they had experience with this before.
How peerlessly gifted had Patriarch Tingyou been back then? Had he not still been cut down by such a sword? To a True Lord, there was not much difference between Foundation Establishment Early Stage and Foundation Establishment Perfection.
Yet Lu Yang soon discovered that he had been naive.
There was no need for a True Lord to act at all.
Above the Vault Sky, True Person Demon-Sweeping stood with his hands behind his back. His sword remained sheathed, yet merely manifesting the scene of a Blessed Land was enough to stop everyone from the Xuanling Realm!
"Fellow Daoist, stop."
True Person Demon-Sweeping sighed. "The Four Directions Dao Lords have laid their plans, feeding upon the myriad worlds and heavens."
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