Outside the chaotic Dharma realm, frantic spatial forces intersected and crisscrossed. Amid the chaotic restrictions of the immortal cavern, all sorts of piercing screeches merged into a single, chaotic din.
Yet Lu Xiaotian's calm voice carried an inexplicable, awe-inspiring power as it reached the minds of the several powerhouses present, as well as the countless living beings within the Green Fruit Barrier.
His voice was calm, yet it carried an irresistible majesty.
Swish, swish, swish—a dense chorus of piercing screeches sounded like the movement of a deathly symphony. Wherever the malicious cultivator's gaze reached, he saw only a mighty, surging river pouring out from the barrier of the Green Fruit Barrier.
What flowed within this mighty river was not water, but an incalculable multitude of various weapons.
Among them were several weapons he was quite familiar with: there were those used by Jade Seal Devil Lord, Black Mountain Ghost Lord, and Nether Star Immortal Lord, as well as weapons wielded by powerhouses such as Chen Fufeng, the master of the Dragon-Seeking Office.
In addition, there was no shortage of dragon weapons wielded by powerhouses at the dragon lord tier. The old malicious cultivator's eyelids twitched wildly.
The battle within the Ancient Buddha Secret Realm had been on a grand scale, with armies of tens of millions from both sides slaughtering one another. Back then, powerhouses like Jade Seal Devil Lord and Black Mountain Ghost Lord had also joined forces to pursue Lu Xiaotian.
The old malicious cultivator had harbored a trace of doubt in his heart before, but now he could be certain that those two had already perished.
Existences like Black Mountain Ghost Lord and Jade Seal Devil Lord might not have been equal to him in strength, but holding conferred lordly titles, the destiny they carried was extraordinary,