The reflection of the River of History shimmered in the sky. Even though the Human Emperor Sword had suppressed most of the shockwaves from its clash with Yuan Hong, the sky was still beginning to fill with illusory mirages.
Like mirages, they revealed the past and present, as the torrent of history flowed upstream!
Ordinary people were fine—the shockwaves had already faded. But the Dharmakaya-level experts, whose strength was neither great nor small, had been caught up in them and swept upstream.
Tao Yu seized the opportunity to send his original Other Self along with them.
His true self and the Gold Emperor remained seated where they were, entirely unaffected.
After a moment of disorientation, the guests came to their senses and discovered that the many Dharmakayas had vanished.
"The Dharmakayas were temporarily sent into the past by that disturbance. I've already arranged a way to rescue them, so there's no need to worry."
Tao Yu's tone was utterly calm.
The Dharmakayas were the bedrock of their respective factions. He needed to reassure everyone, at least for the moment.
His voice was mild, yet everyone present found themselves calming down.
They recalled what had happened moments earlier.
His Majesty, the Human Emperor, had severed the arm of an ancient mythological-era powerhouse with a single sword strike?!
The severed arm had fallen from the sky. With the River of History appearing like a mirage overhead, everyone had witnessed how the arm's fall alone had crushed vast stretches of mountains!
A single drop of blood could pierce the earth and form a lake!
Yet a being like that couldn't withstand a single strike from His Majesty, the Human Emperor!
Compared to the celestial envoys who had fallen like rain, the suppression of the first group of messengers seemed like nothing.
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