Clang... clang...
On a train cutting through the wilderness, Dong Haichuan sat quietly with his eyes closed, nourishing his spirit.
Just then, a sudden foreboding welled up in his heart, as though something were telling him that if he continued onward, a great disaster would descend upon him!
Dong Haichuan slowly opened his eyes and looked up. Vaguely, he saw a white-clad woman with long hair hanging loose, silently watching him from the wilderness beyond the train window.
"Playing tricks and pretending to be a god."
As Fist Intent erupted, the illusion reflected in his mind shattered like glass. Beyond the window lay only the silent plains and the howl of the wind.
As a Grandmaster forged through the Golden Age and the founding patriarch of the Bagua Sect, Dong Haichuan's will was terrifying beyond measure.
This was merely someone using mental means to intimidate him. Even if he truly encountered a ghost, a Martial Person with sufficient confidence in himself would not feel the slightest fear.
"Old Dong, what is it?"
One of the founding patriarchs seated across from him noticed Dong Haichuan's abnormality. Yet after focusing his senses, he found nothing.
"A Martial Immortal is intimidating me from afar, telling me to turn back. It seems Huo Yuanhong's backing is not simple..."
Dong Haichuan said calmly.
"A Martial Immortal?"
The founding patriarch opposite him felt his brow twitch. To use mental power across the distance and stir Dong Haichuan's perception was not something a human avatar could accomplish. Only a Martial Immortal lifeform could do that.
And to reflect one's mind into the present world across the True Realm—even among Martial Immortals, that was not something an ordinary Martial Immortal could achieve.
To the present world, Martial Immortals were like divine statues in a temple. They seemed close