At the same moment that 09 Sub-Account Zhang Yang successfully ignited the Ancient Witch Clan's Witch Fire, Zhang Yang, who was in the Sword Immortal World, also awoke from his meditation (sleep).
"Huh? Why do I suddenly feel like I've fallen into a pit and am about to suffer a bloody disaster? Could someone be setting me up?"
Zhang Yang muttered to himself, then started counting on his fingers—but count what, my ass. As usual, he first sent his True Spirit into three hundred tremors, sterilizing it thoroughly from the inside out and then from the outside in. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...
Ten minutes later, Zhang Yang stood before the World Tree, refreshed and in better condition than ever.
"Tsk, any Tom, Dick, or stray dog thinks it can come here and make a killing now. Does this lord look that easy to—"
Before he could finish, Zhang Yang's eyes widened until they were rounder than oranges. Damn! What the hell? Again?
His Blunted True Spirit Particles suddenly spread outward. In the void, a gray line as thin as a spider's thread pierced straight through from some unknowable emptiness, about to wind itself around his true body.
This thin gray thread was truly formless, colorless, and unobstructed. Even Tao Yao's ten Eyes of Heavenly Secrets had failed to detect it, let alone Li Guokui's Tianshu Hall. The thirty-five layers of Heaven and Earth Barriers were nothing but empty show before that gray line.
If Zhang Yang had not now possessed eighty-eight units of Chaos-Black and White Ancient Law, making him a veritable tycoon, he would not have been able to detect the thing at all.
"What the hell? I'm just sitting at home, and disaster falls from the sky. Who's setting me up? Wait, could it be one