Lu Yin looked up. The upheaval in Outer Heaven had come so quickly. Death Lord must have waited an awfully long time. Whatever the outcome, the Main Dao of Death needed powerful fighters who could hold their own.
Thousand Machine Strange Performance was one.
Chen was another.
An unfamiliar voice rang out. "To keep up with change, you must see it clearly and recognize it. Thousand Machine Strange Performance, you've been obsolete for a long time." As the voice fell, the True Self Realm shook. All its life force poured out, gathering into beams of light that shot toward Cloud Court.
In the distance, realms sent forth beams of light, each from one of the four Main Daos.
A full ten realms unleashed Realm Wars, all targeting Dao He.
But before the might of the Realm Wars could reach Cloud Court, a single point stopped it. That point of darkness seemed to have existed since time immemorial, capable of swallowing everything. Within it, Thousand Machine Strange Performance looked up and grinned. "No matter how much things change, there's always a foundation. Can you break through this one?"
In Left Court, Shi Buzhan turned around in shock and stared at Thousand Machine Strange Performance. Impossible. It had stopped the attacks of ten realms all at once?
There was a legend in Outer Heaven: anyone who independently controlled nine realms could contend with a Master, while anyone who controlled more than ten could make even a Master sit down and negotiate.
That legend had always been believed.
Yet now, Thousand Machine Strange Performance had stopped the attacks of ten realms in one move. Every living being who saw it was stunned, unable to believe their eyes.
Even if the legend was exaggerated, how many beings in the entire universe could withstand the