Overseas, Lonely Heart Island.
Lu Yang's true body had long since fled beyond the nine heavens. With his current cultivation, though he was still no match for a True Lord, he was more than capable of concealing himself and protecting his own life.
A Foundation Establishment True Person at his level was already qualified to earn a Golden Core True Lord's regard. They would not be treated as mere ants. After all, even Golden Core True Lords might not have reached the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment before attaining the Gold Position. Such a state could be encountered only by chance, never sought.
Only a Puppet on Strings remained where he stood.
Yet as Daoist Hongtian looked at it, he said nothing for a long while, merely calculating silently within his sleeve. Only after a long time did a trace of astonishment appear on his face.
I can't calculate it!
He recognized the Immortal Court Pacification Sea Envoy before him, whom Lu Yang controlled, and knew that the man's background was spotless. Such behavior could only mean he had been refined into a puppet.
But if that were truly the case, the Karma should have been immensely heavy.
After all, this concerned life and death, and the target was a Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator. Unless a True Lord had acted, how could someone possibly refine him into a puppet without leaving behind the slightest trace of Karma?
Yet Lu Yang had done it.
With that thought, he raised his head to look at the Wall Earth above the Vault Sky, then tilted his ear slightly. The expression on his face promptly turned disappointed.
Even the True Lord could not calculate it!?
"Impressive."
Hongtian sighed. At last, he abandoned the thought of capturing this "outsider" alive and instead spread his hands.