The white-haired elder's expression was grave. In his Nether Azure pupils, his gaze trembled faintly as he sensed the mottled blood energy still lingering unburned in the void. King Source Energy made him feel as though he had seen gods and ghosts, his mind churning violently.
Seven kinds of False Power.
Within Changping, someone actually possessed seven kinds of False Power at once!
"What?"
"Seven kinds?"
The Zhou Family elders, all profound in cultivation and long accustomed to storms and waves, changed color in unison. What was False Power? Something beneath true intent—a copied imprint, a substitute.
Those who obtained False Power had not truly comprehended the Dao, yet they still carried traces of its true essence, making it extraordinarily subtle and wondrous.
False Power sounded ordinary, and the word "false" was in its name, but in truth, it was not weak in the slightest.
The true intent of the Great Dao was as ethereal as drifting clouds, colorless and formless. How difficult was it to obtain?
For an ordinary cultivator, being able to delve deeply into one path over the course of an entire lifetime was already no easy feat.
As for their remaining techniques and ancient arts—
They were all False Powers.
Many cultivators could not even delve deeply into their own innate Dao, much less spare their attention to study False Powers.
The person who had acted at Scarlet Demon Mountain not only mastered the Sword Dao, but also possessed seven great False Powers.
It was no exaggeration to call him an unparalleled Heavenly Prodigy Rank or a terrifying Demonic Prodigy Rank.
"That's right. I have sensed it several times; there can be no mistake. Liu Wanxiong and the two Advanced King Guards were most likely ambushed and slain by that great expert last night, their Dao