The Ten Directions Great Venerable was utterly bewildered.
He had always been an unruly and defiant figure, and even when placing himself under the wings of the Great Brahma Demon King, he had never given him his wholehearted devotion. The problem, however, was that the pressure did not come from the outside. Following the trance of kneeling, he gradually realized that the pressure originated from the depths of his own heart, from his Dao foundation, and its root lay within the demonic secret arts he cultivated.
What was going on here?
His confusion extended beyond the Yellow Springs Secret Mansion and deep into the underground of the Northern Wastelands, where old Daoist Xin Yi stroked his beard in perplexity. Given the current situation, even this individual found himself somewhat at a loss.
The conflict between the Great Brahma Demon King and the Boundless Void Divine Lord had escalated to such a degree that, at Xin Yi's level, no secrets remained. As someone of the Mysterious Sect, the old Daoist was still quite happy to see it happen. He remained in the Northern Wastelands simply to prevent the Demonic Sect from seizing the opportunity to impact Eight Sceneries Palace's deployment here—the back-and-forth sawing between Wutian Jiao Prison and the Northern Demonic Sect was, in a sense, also an excellent time to expand their influence.
This was not merely the view of Eight Sceneries Palace alone, but the consensus of all major sects in the Eastern cultivation world.
Yet right now, the situation seemed to be changing...
As the closest bystander, Xin Yi distinctly sensed that beyond the distant void, a divine ability and magical power, ethereal and vast, treated a distance of hundreds of millions of miles and the barrier of the Yellow Springs Secret Mansion as nothing. It cut straight