Puppet Threads spread across several domains, falling upon rivers, mountains, villages, commandery cities, imperial palaces, sects great and small... falling upon every corner of heaven and earth.
Across the vast, sprawling realm, any Void Refinement cultivator or above who raised their head to look at the sky could not help but feel profound awe.
This place had become a trap, a killing formation, and it lay openly before them without the slightest concealment, quietly awaiting its prey.
Take a detour?
Bypass several domains in one go?
Any cultivator whose inheritance had endured long enough should understand one basic truth: when facing a cultivator of the Heavenly Secrets and Karma path, the last thing one should do was attempt to avoid their edge.
What, then, should one do?
Clang~
Amid the utterly ordinary sunlight appeared A Youth in Green Robes. His gaze was scarlet and blazing, yet so tranquil and cold.
His hand rested on his sword hilt as he walked forward step by step, toward the Heavenly Being high above, with no thought of detouring or fleeing.
The sky dimmed.
Endless sunlight converged upon the youth, converged upon the youth whose essence blood and divine soul had begun to burn wildly. With every step he took, his aura and pressure rose steadily, as though there were no end to it.
Across several domains of the Great Thousand World, all living beings fell into eternal night.
All light, all radiance, converged upon A Youth in Green Robes, upon the six Sun God Rings behind his head. Six worlds spun without pause, blooming with Sun Rules runes and gathering terrifying heat.
Step after step.
With every step, the transparent Puppet Threads in every direction exploded with the sound of bowstrings snapping. One after another, they melted beneath the terrifying radiance around the