Unbroken Feast.
All that could be heard was a clattering crash as matches, coins, building blocks, and all sorts of other odds and ends scattered across the floor.
The entire Unbroken Feast fell silent. The ethereal, melodious music missed a note for an instant, making the musicians break into cold sweats. If looks could kill, the corners of their eyes would already have pierced the musician who had made the mistake. The dancers leaping barefoot in the lotus pond remained as enchanting and graceful as ever, but on closer inspection, sweat had beaded on their necks and foreheads, and their legs were trembling slightly.
No one had ever seen Blissful Immortal Lord's tower collapse. Even when Blissful Immortal Lord no longer wanted to play, he would take the pieces down one by one. Compared to stacking them, taking them down was undoubtedly more difficult. A Foundation Establishment cultivator had once shamelessly played this game with the Immortal Lord, but no one could move with such ease as the Immortal Lord. Others relied on structure, balance, and calculations to stack the pieces, while as long as Blissful Immortal Lord did not want them to collapse, they simply would not collapse. No skill was needed.
He was the embodiment of luck. All things in the world had to dance to his will!
Sky-Beast True Person watched his nose and nose his heart, remaining as motionless as a stone statue sealed away for a thousand years. It was not that he was unwilling to move, but that he could not. His Inner Scenery within his Dao foundation was cracking inch by inch. The Three Disasters, which he had once been able to suppress with ease, now resembled an assassin wielding an unparalleled sword, each strike precisely hitting the weakest structural points of his