Clang!
With the ring of a sword, everyone in the teahouse opened their eyes.
They saw the teahouse owner, a short, plump cultivator, cup his hands as he unfurled a painting several hundred zhang tall, declaring, "Fellow Daoists, this painting came from a fellow Daoist who ventured into the Tiangong Star Chain World Cluster. He risked his life to make a rubbing of it, and he only sold a hundred copies."
"This shop was fortunate enough to acquire one. It can only be displayed ten times."
"After ten viewings, the essence within the painting will dissipate completely. Fellow Daoists, do not miss this chance."
With that, the scroll in his hands fully unfurled.
The formations around the teahouse spread open, and heaven and earth darkened. Everyone seemed to be transported in an instant into the Cosmic Star River. They immediately focused their minds and held their breaths, unwilling to miss even the slightest detail.
It was an incomparably vast Star River Battlefield.
Void Refinement True Venerables were fighting within it, Dao Integration Divine Lords were battling to the death, and endless cultivators formed military arrays, creating World Domains that slaughtered one another. Its countless mysteries were impossible to discern clearly.
Everything was hazy and indistinct, for the cultivator who had copied this painting had only been a Deity Transformation Cultivator. He could not comprehend such things.
Yet some things were clear.
This was one corner of the battlefield. The military formation occupied by two Deity Transformation Cultivators had shattered, and the two survivors were fighting.
One was a female Deity Transformation Cultivator wielding a Lightning Light Flying Sword, its sword light splitting into ten thousand streaks.
The other was a half-human, half-mantis cultivator, flesh and gears packed into his body. Every movement tore through space as he summoned numerous blood