"I just want to know—what does this have to do with the Great Brahma Demon King?"
The man held a blade of grass between his fingers, idly turning it over. In this stretch of void, the blazing sun hung like fire, bleaching the earth platinum-white. He wore a golden robe embroidered with flickering shamanic diagrams and manifestations, exuding an eerie, intimidating force. As he spoke, more than fifty cultivators from various sects around him listened in silence; not a single one whispered to another.
Of course, this was also because they were confronting a formidable opponent, and the atmosphere was taut as a drawn bowstring.
The man appeared the most relaxed of them all. Smiling, he looked at the female cultivator opposite him, his gaze seemingly piercing the shadow beneath her hood. "Fellow Daoist, your name is Incense Slave, correct? Two days ago, you were the one who first brought up the Great Brahma Demon King. You had me rack my brains, yet I still could not make sense of it. Now that we have met by chance today, could it be the will of the shaman god, asking you to clear up our confusion?"
That day, the female cultivator had merely goaded Wen Shifei into raising the matter; she had not directly discussed the Great Brahma Demon King. Yet everyone had credited her as the one who first sounded the call. Now, her entire body was hidden beneath a hooded robe, her features obscured. Her tone held little inflection, though her words remained polite. "Young Master Boyang has everything under control. Why waste so much breath?"
The golden-robed man, Xia Boyang of the Thousand Peaks Sect, clapped his hands and laughed. "True enough. I did not understand it before, but the moment I saw you, Fellow Daoist, my eyes