After settling Zhongchuan Jin's affairs, Lin Chuan gave the Thirteenth Prince no further help. To him, everything he had done was merely incidental. How far Zhongchuan Jin could go would depend on his own strength. Lin Chuan was completely hands-off with him—success would be best, but failure would not matter much either. After all, Akatsuki's goal was not to dominate the Central River Continent, but the Immortal Realm.
In the distance, Akatsuki's divine envoys had already joined the battle and begun countering the Heavenly Court's assassinations. Lin Chuan swept his gaze around, preparing to join the action with Bu Lianshi.
However, at that moment, Lin Chuan suddenly noticed that something seemed wrong not far away.
"What is that?"
Several dozen meters from Lin Chuan, there was a faint fissure, as though someone had sliced a crack into the black veil covering their eyes.
In this absolute darkness, the Mangekyō Sharingan saw countless black threads blocking their vision. Yet in that spot, all of those threads had been neatly severed.
"The assassin's corpse is there too. That means it was..." Bu Lianshi's gaze fell on a corpse lying on the ground—it was the Heavenly Court assassin at the early Fusion stage whom Lin Chuan had just slain with a single sword strike.
"Moonlit!" Lin Chuan sharply drew in a breath.
This white fissure had been cut open by his sword.
After killing that assassin, their attention had turned to Central River Chen, so they had not noticed this fissure. Seeing it again now, both of them were deeply shocked.
If Lin Chuan's guess was correct, these black threads were the law power of a Profound Immortal. Previously, no force had been able to damage them—not even immortal artifacts. Yet to their surprise, Moonlit Beauty had severed a Profound Immortal's law power