It happened quickly.
The hidden powerhouses in Ancestral City caught wind of the commotion and sprang into action.
In an instant, they poured into the Illusory World Tower. Its petty rules were a joke to these Peak Sage Constants from various sacred cities, each backed by a Half-Step Ancestor.
No one cared about the Illusory World Tower's rules. They simply forced their way in.
All at once,
More than thirty Peak Sage Constants had gathered inside the Illusory World Tower.
The sight left even Sage Constant powerhouses who thought they had hidden themselves well aghast.
If trouble had not broken out, they would never have imagined so many Peak Sage Constants were concealed in the Primordial Land.
And not one of them looked ordinary.
The aura and pressure radiating from each was as heavy as an ancient divine mountain. Even the power lingering in the air weighed on everyone until they could barely breathe.
The entire Illusory World Tower fell silent.
Utterly still.
Only Fellow Daoist He kept ranting like a madman, cursing them all as worthless.
"So this is Illusory Power..."
A Peak Sage Constant's face darkened. He waved a hand at Fellow Daoist He, sending him flying and coughing blood. He tumbled several times before crashing to the ground.
The impact seemed to bring him back to his senses.
Stranger still, light spread over his body. As ripples passed across him, Fellow Daoist He's face and bearing changed completely.
Before everyone's eyes, he became another man.
"Kunmao..."
"Kunmao..."
"It's you?" the Heavenly Pool Sage cried out from afar, his expression changing drastically.
This man was Kunmao?
Then who was Sage Kunmao, the one they had seen before?
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two figures hastily shifted out of the Inner Courtyard: Wan Shenfeng and the Rain Dragon Sage. The moment they