A Golden Core True Lord's self-destruction—even if it was only the self-destruction of a dharma body—was terrifyingly powerful. The shockwaves spreading out at that moment seemed ready to overturn heaven and earth.
The clear sky abruptly turned blood-red. Scarlet clouds filled the heavens, as though another sun had appeared, continuously spewing blinding Blood Light outward. There was also a thick stench of blood. Had such a phenomenon fallen upon the earth instead of appearing in the sky, it would surely have left living beings strewn everywhere in misery!
Even so, screams still rose and fell across various places.
Who knew how many Foundation Establishment True Persons observing the battle with their Dharma Eyes had been blinded by the radiance unleashed when Lu Yang's dharma body self-destructed.
In an instant, all sounds fell silent.
Dead?
Vase Water Moon Bodhisattva's beautiful eyes shifted. She believed she had seized the opportunity in time. A mere False Holding Golden Core, a Heretical True Lord—it was hardly strange for him to die.
"Boom!"
The exploding Blood Light gathered anew the next second, as though time had flowed backward. In the blink of an eye, it moved far away from Jiangxi, eventually converging into a human shape in the distance.
Lu Yang's figure emerged once more. Yama Hall bobbed above his head like a bright lamp. Though its flame was faint, it had never gone out. Yet Vase Water Moon Bodhisattva could see that he was at the end of his tether. The lamp was about to run dry, and before long, he would fall from his position.
"I will return!"
Lu Yang spat the words through clenched teeth, then turned and left without another word. In an instant, he concealed all his aura and vanished from everyone's sight.
However, Vase Water Moon Bodhisattva no longer