Pavilion, pines and cypresses, spring water, black walls—the same setting, but different people.
Zhuo Fengdao arrived. After receiving the report and learning that something had happened here, his consciousness descended, making his entire Dao-rhyme body seem unfathomably deep.
Restricted by the rules, he did not dare violate the rules here either.
The original intentions of the saints had been good, or at least they appeared to be so on the surface. Here, later generations could converse and spar with the sages of old, including Anomalous Beings and even True Saints.
Yet every rule had flaws. The beings standing atop the pyramid could always find a few loopholes and rise above the standards.
Zhuo Fengdao was a genuine top-tier Anomalous Being, scarcely weaker than Wu Liuji. He had aspired to become a Supreme Being, but unfortunately, the road ahead had already been severed.
Still, he was indeed extraordinarily formidable. Known as a quasi-saint, he possessed exceptional abilities and supreme divine arts. Even in this place governed by rules set by the saints, he could display some of his anomalous powers.
After his consciousness descended, though he did not dare damage the rules, the light of his mind spread out, observing Wang Xuan and tracing his past and roots.
In the most serious cases, he could even peer into a challenger's sea of consciousness.
Wang Xuan drew the World-Crossing Sword and stared at this top-tier Anomalous Being.
"Hm?" He frowned. His Supernatural Sense was directly triggered. A malicious light of the mind was silently spreading, seeking to invade him.
This sort of erosion carried the feeling of "moistening things silently with fine rain"; amid calmness and ignorance, it would be completed before one knew it.
That was because the entire Sage Battlefield had fused with that top-tier Anomalous Being, becoming part of