Within the azure mist, hazy figures flickered in and out of view.
Lu Xiaotian focused hard and looked over. He could vaguely make out densely packed, countless puppets standing motionless like stone sculptures. There was no movement, not even the slightest fluctuation of divine sense. They simply stood there in silence.
An imposing, murderous aura hung heavy as dark clouds in the void, piercing straight into one's soul and bringing immense pressure.
"The Puppet Emperor's puppet army!" Lu Xiaotian drew a breath. Such an airtight battle formation left him unable to shake off the pressure pressing in from every direction, even with his current cultivation.
Yet something seemed to be missing. These puppets appeared to be nothing more than hollow shells, lacking the divine sense needed for direct control.
He had only just crossed hands with the Puppet Emperor, and had been troubled by his lack of concrete information on the other party. He had always known too little about that old monster. He had not expected to see these fragments by chance now.
Lu Xiaotian extended his divine sense farther, trying to uncover more information, but things went against his wishes. The moment he made a move, everything within the azure mist began to blur.
Before the image inside vanished completely, Lu Xiaotian faintly caught sight of an enormous black hole as he withdrew. He could not see what lay within, but the aura of the Great Dao of spatial laws contained within that black hole shook him deeply.
At that moment, the spatial Great Dao patterns he cultivated seemed to come alive. Through the Void Sky Sub-Cauldrons, the sensation of resonance grew ever stronger.
Enlightenment struck Lu Xiaotian. As he sensed that strange and profound spatial fluctuation, the faint outline of another spatial Great Dao pattern emerged in