It was merely a hazy projection, appearing in the Shamanic Dance's Dao Landscape. It had not truly touched reality, yet the Small Mountain Village, built from supreme corpses, had already crumbled into dust, leaving ruin in its wake!
The dark ancient ancestors in the village had all shut their eyes, severing their divine sense and thoughts.
For the dam could not be gazed upon. To do so would bring great calamity.
"Law... help me..."
"No..."
The Dark Shamanic Dance trembled as he spoke, doing everything in his power to draw strength from that projected shadow.
But even he could not reach it. Stretch out a hand, and it would be severed; open his eyes, and he would be blinded!
"How can this be... I am a slave to the Law. Why..."
The Dark Shamanic Dance was terrified. He had thought that, having been born of darkness, he would be favored by the dam. But now he realized that the dam seemed to suppress even Dark Beings. It was utterly impossible to approach!
"The Law cannot be touched... I won't borrow from the Law. I'll borrow the Dao—I'll borrow the perfect heart realm!"
He spoke in terror. If things continued like this, he would die any moment!
He dared not touch the dam's shadow again. Instead, from among the endless supreme corpses before the dam, he borrowed something.
Then he abruptly shut his Dao Landscape!
Boom!
In an instant, the mountains of corpses and seas of bones vanished from the Dao Landscape, and the hazy shadow of the dam disappeared as well.
The aura that had destroyed the entire Small Mountain Village was gone.
The scene fell utterly silent, as if the dam had never appeared.
The Shamanic Dance crumpled to the ground. Black blood streamed from his eyes, ears, nose,