Blood Lake Ancestor's face was as still as water.
A young man in azure had waited outside his sect for thirty years. By the timing, he had been there since the Immortal Order's envoy left the Thunderflame Domain.
Blood Lake Ancestor had believed himself invincible in the Thunderflame Domain. He was plotting to destroy the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sovereign and unite the entire domain.
Yet someone had dared to lay an ambush near his sect.
"Hahaha!"
"Well met, fellow Daoist,"
Blood Lake Ancestor said with a sudden smile. "Where have you come from? I haven't heard of anyone breaking through the realm boundary and entering in the past several thousand years. It truly beggars belief."
"Or are you an old acquaintance who found a great opportunity and made a tremendous leap in cultivation?"
That was his guess.
As he spoke, countless strands of divine sense swept outward with icy killing intent, trying to force their way through the hazy world around him and contact his sect, close as it was. He meant to mobilize its hundreds of millions of disciples and its sect-protecting formation to surround and kill this wretch.
Whatever his own strength, whatever the enemy's, he would go all out and use everything at his disposal. That was how a spell cultivator fought.
Unfortunately, he found nothing.
Within that hazy world, scenes rose and vanished without end: mortal beings passing through birth, age, sickness, and death; strange mechanical flying vessels and enormous puppets crossing the stars.
No matter how his divine sense, at the peak of Void Refining, scanned and battered at it, he could not penetrate it. Instead, he sank deeper and deeper, his head swimming.
It was like stepping into a world caught in an endless loop, with no end in sight.
Blood Lake