As soon as he emerged from the ground and beheld that mountain-like dharma image, Zhao Ziyue could not help sighing despite already having sensed it.
Whether Empress Earth truly existed in this world was a matter of divine revelation and immortal favor, or perhaps the psychological creation of the human heart lent the guise of a deity—it was truly a marvelous and profound realm, and those in the world who could see through it could be counted on one's fingers. For ordinary people, it was a question where opinions varied.
The one behind Zhao Ziyue was among the most qualified grand masters to conduct such research, yet with crisis looming, he paid more attention to the complementary yet contradictory situation between Xin Yi's talisman-artifact physical matrix and the Thirty-Six Heavens. Meanwhile, the Nether Void Thunder Sword Array had also been activated; did you not plan to do something, Xin Yi?
The two met each other's gaze across the empty air, and simultaneously, the qi dynamics of the Thirty-Six Heavens evolved, their focal point leaning toward those unfortunate souls who had been successively bombarded by the Earth Lung Poisonous Gas and the sword qi and nether thunder.
At this moment, Yang Zhu was just tossing the last of the Pure Void Virtue Sect cultivators who had been submerged in the crowd into the designated gathering circle. Illuminated by the clear light of the Thirty-Six Heavens, this batch of people was immediately taken into it, vanishing in a flash.
True Man Guangwei let out a muffled grunt. No matter the method, void divine abilities were forever among the hardest, bearing an even heavier burden. Correspondingly, his maintenance pressure here was also greater.
Especially after Xin Yi took away the cultivators of various sects and then grew interested in those desperate renegades of