The discussions grew louder and louder. Someone suggested, "Hey, kid, let's make a bet. Let's bet on how long this person can hold out, and whether he'll escape, get killed, or surrender to those Consciousness Life forms."
"Ridiculous. Even Yu Sang Tian, the Lower Supreme God, was driven back. How could this person possibly hold out for long? We might as well bet on whether he's in league with those Consciousness Life forms. Maybe he's one of them, too."
"Yeah, let's bet on it."
"I bet he'll be killed in one move."
"I bet he'll last two. Don't you remember how viciously he took down that Thirteen Celestial Phenomena wielder with the knife earlier?"
"Oh, right, it was him. I bet he'll last five moves."
"I bet..."
"Anyway, there's no escaping now."
The people watching from above had bright eyes as they looked down. At last, there was something interesting to see.
The man and woman leading the group watched with indifference. Aside from Yu Sang Tian, no one in either of their universes could survive an assault by so many Thirteen Celestial Phenomena. Even if this person could defeat a Thirteen Celestial Phenomena wielder on his own, he was doomed.
At the foot of the cliff, Lu Yin felt helpless. He had seen far too many memories, and could no longer tell reality from illusion. His mind was growing muddled; he had forgotten that the Nine Heavens Transformation was consciousness itself.
All around him, vast consciousness came crashing down. Old Chief and the others attacked at the same time.
"It's him," Frost Knife's voice rang out.
Lu Yin stood still, letting the frenzied consciousness batter him without budging. Ahead, a flower-bearing silhouette swept across the air. Wasn't this Hua Manyi's way of wielding consciousness?
Lu Yin watched a woman