Within Parting Sorrow Heaven.
Not only Lin Sheng and Wang Anping, who had charged in, but even Lu Yang himself was stunned. He had never expected them to barge in and start killing so directly.
Were they not afraid of traps?
For a moment, all was silent. The entire Parting Sorrow Heaven sank into an eerie stillness, until the sound of someone swallowing broke the silence.
"Gulp."
Wang Anping's face turned deathly pale. He instinctively clutched the corner of Lin Sheng's robe beside him, only to find that this senior brother he had always admired had actually regained his composure.
"Don't panic."
Lin Sheng sneered. Though the scene before him was immensely shocking, and the gazes of more than ten Foundation Establishment Banner Spirits weighed upon him like mountains even without a trace of dharma power, the more so it was, the more certain he became of his suspicion:
This must be an illusion!
Look at this scene. That woman at the front had an aura virtually identical to that of a Province City God, while several of those beside her were at the level of Prefecture City Gods.
Even the weakest of the rest were County City Gods.
Such an outrageous lineup, aside from lacking a great god capable of rivaling the Eternal Unborn Mother, nearly matched the entire foundation of the White Lotus Sect!
And where was this?
A Land God Temple!
You could say a True Dragon emerged from shallow waters, and I could barely believe it—but this was no longer a True Dragon emerging from shallow waters. This was a True Dragon emerging from a goddamn fishpond!
So it was obvious.
An illusion!
"Land God of White Village, do you think I am one of those Wild Gods and Heretic Worshippers, ignorant of orthodox methods, to