BOOM!
A tremendous blast split the thunderous sky.
The instant the winds of battle rose, countless people jolted awake from their dreams.
That biting Buddhist aura, that Buddha light filling the heavens, dyed the hundred-mile expanse of the outer city gold.
Ordinary people went without saying. Amid the golden radiance, their faces were filled with panic, their hearts crushed beneath a colossal Buddha image as they felt the wrath of a god.
The cultivators were even more shaken.
The Dao rhythm and extraordinary particles between heaven and earth seemed to have been cleansed, suffused with a startling Buddha-nature. At the slightest touch of perception, one felt as though they were about to be converted.
For cultivators, that sensation was utterly beyond imagination. Even their thoughts could not help trembling, as the extraordinary slipped beyond their control.
A powerful expert was fighting!
In an instant, that thought filled everyone's mind.
Who was it?
Why?
Countless questions surged forth uncontrollably.
But that direction seemed to be Myriad Forms Palace!!!
That was right—it was Myriad Forms Palace.
This loose cultivator organization was exceptionally domineering. Since its founding, it had done quite a few vile things and cheated many people.
Yet because they were so powerful, most people only dared to rage in silence.
There were also rumors that they had been targeting the great sects. That legendary Interception Sect had suffered many wounded and slain disciples at their hands, making others all the more wary of them.
A great sect with a million-year legacy—what a joke. How could a mere group of loose cultivators dare provoke it?
There had to be people from an equally great sect behind Myriad Forms Palace.
For that reason, although they had angered many people, aside from resenting them in private, hardly anyone dared say anything to their