Zhang Yang was out for a stroll.
His steps were light and easy. Above his head stretched a field of starlight, while endless shadows trailed behind him. To the world, he simply did not exist.
It had to be said: the Dream Law Heavenly God's state within the Dream Dimension was truly absurdly powerful.
If Ancient God Li Meng had not insisted on courting death by running to the Reality Dimension that day, Zhang Yang's attempt to scheme against her would have been nothing but a fool's dream.
Now, observing the familiar reality matter through the Dream Law Heavenly God's eyes felt completely different.
Take the sword immortals, for example. What he saw was no longer their facial features, bodies, or outlines, but one brightly colored little sun after another—or, more accurately, a ball of light that had been bound.
The higher their cultivation and realm, the more the brightness and radiating range of those balls of light shrank instead.
Those whose radiating range reached dozens of kilometers, with light blazing in a riot of colors and constantly shifting and boiling within, were certainly Tribulation Transcending Mahayana cultivators. The High-Pressure Sword Qi they could drive normally ranged from roughly three hundred to five hundred times.
As for Heavenly Dao Mahayana sword immortals, every aspect of them had undergone a tremendous enhancement. Thus, their light spheres radiated anywhere from several kilometers to a few hundred meters. One could see colored light within, but not distinguish it clearly, as though it were veiled by a hazy mist. The High-Pressure Sword Qi they could drive normally ranged from about eight hundred to one thousand times.
As for Law Mahayana cultivators, what one saw was like candlelight in the night. Their radiating range was around one meter, or even smaller. There was no colored