"Who are you people?" Frost Knife roared, his consciousness turning into a blade that slashed at the cliff.
Gui Shaoqing and Xi Wen attacked as well. Xi Wen's Middle Heaven Sword was even faster than the blade, yet though the cliff seemed within arm's reach, it was as distant as the horizon. No matter how they attacked with their consciousness, they couldn't reach it.
It was all fake. Everything was fake. This was Yu Sang Tian's doing.
Lan Huifeng murmured to himself as he stared at the cliff. "It's all fake."
Old Chief watched the people standing atop the cliff. Their eyes were filled with mockery, derision, and amusement. They looked at them like ants. Was it really fake? It was useless. They had tried too many times, and not once had they managed to touch the top of the cliff. That place was the very peak of the heavens. It seemed to be within reach, but in truth, there was no distance to cross.
How had Yu Sang Tian managed to touch it?
Above the cliff, a young man laughed. "Look at these consciousness entities. They're idiots. How could they possibly reach this place?"
"Don't underestimate them. If you and I weren't standing here, you'd have no chance against them. Just one of their consciousnesses would knock you unconscious."
"We'll surpass them eventually."
"We're not even on the same level as them..."
The woman leading the group glanced down, then turned and walked toward the palace. "Follow me."
The young people laughed at those below the cliff, then hurried after her.
Another group of young people stood across from them, also visible to Old Chief and the others. Like the young people following the woman, they looked down on the consciousness lives. From their perspective, they were looking down