The Void Return Realm True Lords could only watch helplessly as Cui Zhenlie's corpse fell through the sea of clouds, vanishing in just a few breaths.
First establish the outcome of battle, then supply its cause—defy heaven and steal the Dao, overturn heaven and earth.
These Void Return Realm True Lords understood exactly what method Yin Ji had used.
And they quickly devised a countermeasure.
Against a karmic art that transcended all common sense, they only needed to cut off every possible cause. Then Yin Ji would have no room left to maneuver, and the backlash would strike him instead.
At the same time, four more streaks of light flew out of the Sword-Washing Hall and took their places above the sea of clouds.
Every Void Return Realm cultivator attending the Northern Border Fellowship had now gathered here, forming an encirclement around Yin Ji.
Twelve mighty, vast, and utterly distinct auras of Dao Rhyme surrounded him.
Golden radiance streamed down, and Dao patterns crisscrossed the air. Every strand of aura suppressed the spiritual energy that had naturally flowed over Suspended Sword Heavenly Mountain, as though locking down the entire world.
Amid these twelve Void Return Realm True Lords, the young man in plain robes merely grew a little more solemn. Nothing betrayed what he was thinking.
Jiang Yuancen, the Deep Abyss True Lord of Edgeless City.
Just moments ago, his fellow sect member and friend of tens of thousands of years, Mountain Crusher True Lord Cui Zhenlie, had been killed by Yin Ji in the flash of lightning and flint.
Yet Jiang Yuancen showed no grief.
He was only considering how to eliminate the great devil before him, who might well overturn the entire order of the Immortal Origin Land.
The vast colors of the Dao Rhyme before him flashed