The people from Beyond Heaven watched from afar in horror, unable to understand what had happened.
In the valley, the portal before Lu Yin gradually faded away. Nine Immortals had already vanished.
The moment she stepped through the portal and brought her palms together, she had passed through it and disappeared to who knew where.
That was not what concerned Lu Yin. What concerned him was that the portal had suffered his palm strike without taking any damage.
He had to remember that his palm strike had been aimed at Nine Immortals. He had held nothing back; even a Sanguine-level powerhouse would have been wary of it, and Nine Immortals herself had not dared to take it head-on. Yet this portal had blocked it.
Lu Yin withdrew his hand and stood in the valley, looking at his palm.
As he had guessed, the power Nine Immortals had used felt much like Feng Bo's Nine Heavens Supreme. Both gave him a feeling that was difficult to describe. If he had to give that feeling a name, it would be a sense of dread.
Feng Bo's Nine Heavens Supreme and Nine Immortals' portal had both made Lu Yin feel that dread for an instant. That did not mean either power surpassed him; it was simply a difference in the levels of power.
It was like that finger from Scroll Sixteen. Its power was at most comparable to Su Shi Dao's Sword of Ten Thousand Ages, yet it had brought a similar feeling of dread.
Those powers were surely connected, and they were unlike any power he had encountered in either the Heavenly Origin Universe or the Spiritualized Universe.
That was also why Lu Yin had made his move.
It seemed unlikely that Nine Immortals would face him again anytime soon. Still, she