Text Above the Projection

Above the projection.

Although it was all red, that was merely because the background was flames. Yun Ye's figure was perfectly clear.

The Dharma Realm cultivator who had set up the formation, however, was shrouded in blurred power. His origins truly could not be made out.

Seeing Yun Ye keep asking questions without making a move, the Dharma Realm cultivator in another part of the projection was happy to answer. He said:

"The projection does indeed work, but even the Divine Arts of the Dao Lords can't monitor the entire secret realm. Ordinary cultivators are often overlooked and won't draw attention. Their scores are recorded through their sect tokens..."

"In other words, there are ways to evade the projection's surveillance. Within the projection, our figures are blurred, while yours is clearly visible. The others only know that you died at our hands, but no one can find out exactly who we are."

Yun Ye had a Dao Lord backing him, and they had Dao Lords backing them as well. With the interference between them, it truly was impossible to identify the real culprits.

Lan Wuyin clearly couldn't declare war on the other eleven Dao Lords and force them to hand over the murderers.

Things like this had happened many times already, so the disciples of the Cloud Heaven Spirit Sect actually wouldn't find it strange in the slightest.

But this time was especially different. With every sentence those Dharma Realm cultivators spoke, the expressions of the Cloud Heaven Spirit Sect's people grew more peculiar.

"Ridiculous. They're actually ganging up on Xiang Ying... Does this count as calamity knocking right on his door?"

someone said.

"Who cares about his calamity? I only feel like this is a remarkably entertaining comedy. I have to say, these great cultivators have piqued my interest.