The cultivators within the Nine Truths Immortal Palace were destined to find no answer to such an ethereal question. At this moment, with Ye Bin's figure as the point from which it extended, a striking fissure sliced through the clustered demonic serpents, the spreading tribulation clouds, and even the entire Affliction Demon Domain.
That godforsaken "exchange" stirred up by Tai'a Mohan instead allowed the cultivators to sense the upheaval occurring in the distance more clearly.
That tear was absolutely no Illusionary Arts. Its destructive effects were rapidly revealing themselves. The Affliction Demon Domain was like a beast stabbed through its very core; all its cycles and transformations, even its overall structure, could scarcely be maintained. Not to mention the extreme emotions once again whipping up raging waves in the Donghua Void—this wave of negative impact from Tai'a Mohan would have been piercing and conspicuous even without the "exchange," like the howl of a wounded beast.
Tai'a Mohan had been injured.
Black Robe felt an icy chill run down his spine. Ye Bin's strike had utterly surpassed the bounds of his comprehension. Only through Tai'a Mohan's emotions and thoughts could he glimpse even a faint shadow of it.
Just as with the earlier illusion between "truth" and "falsehood," the instant Ye Bin "drew her sword," she had fundamentally leaped beyond every restraint, including the heavenly tribulation, the demon domain, and even this world itself. She had driven the sword Dao divine ability of severing laws and being bound by nothing to its utmost limit.
Tai'a Mohan's supreme demonic art and myriad incarnations had become utterly meaningless before that "sword edge." It had been struck at its weakest point by Ye Bin's inconceivable sword of truth and illusion.
It was not only Black Robe, but also Qi Baiyi, Ghost God Sword, and