Wang Yuan had long since stabilized his Bone Forging Late Stage cultivation. His aura was fully restrained without a trace; he looked gentle and harmless, yet was in truth as unfathomable as the abyssal sea.
Zhou Cheng's steps abruptly halted, his gaze fixed firmly on the youth in the hall as he frowned slightly.
The young man before him was far too young to resemble the foremost Dao Child renowned throughout Cloud Province.
Yet that bearing, that bizarre phenomenon between his brows, were not things an ordinary provincial martial artist could possess.
Suppressing his doubts, he stepped forward, about to interrogate him about his identity and demand to know his whereabouts.
"Who are you? Could you be the Kaoshan Sect mentioned in the rumors..."
Before his words could finish!
Bzzz!
Within the grand hall, a dazzling, demonic crimson suddenly flared.
The scarlet vertical mark between Wang Yuan's brows instantly opened a thin sliver.
A faint glow leaked from the Evil God's Eye. Invisible, colorless, bizarre spiritual power pierced through the void in an instant, precisely enveloping Zhou Cheng and his five personal guards.
There was no earth-shaking might, no spectacle of light and sound.
Yet Zhou Cheng's mind instantly went blank with a thunderous crash.
His once-unwavering loyalty to the sovereign, his official career and fame, the Imperial Court's military orders, the rites between ruler and subject—all of it was forcibly torn apart, even overturned and rewritten at this moment!
Countless thoughts surged and replaced one another madly.
"Serving the Imperial Court?"
"Heh. I've guarded the borderlands for decades, accomplishing nothing and unable to advance an inch. That rotten court squeezes its soldiers dry..."
"Great Yin's official administration has collapsed. Information is blocked, right and wrong are confused, and good generals are buried..."
"Following the Imperial Court means being trapped