Clang!
At the sound of a sword ringing, everyone in the teahouse opened their eyes.
They saw the teahouse keeper, a short, stout cultivator, cup his hands and unfurl a painting several hundred zhang tall. "Fellow Daoists, this painting comes from a fellow Daoist who ventured into the Celestial Craft Star Chain World Cluster. He made this impression at tremendous risk and sold only a hundred copies."
"Our establishment was fortunate enough to acquire one. It can be displayed only ten times."
"After the tenth, the spirit captured in the painting will vanish without a trace. Fellow Daoists, don't miss your chance."
With that, he finished unfurling the scroll.
The formations around the teahouse spread out, and the sky and earth darkened. Everyone felt as though they had been plunged into a river of stars. They immediately held their breath and focused, unwilling to miss the slightest detail.
It was an immense battlefield among the stars.
Void Refining True Venerables fought there, and Dao Integration Divine Lords battled for their lives. Boundless ranks of cultivators formed armies, creating world domains locked in combat. Their many mysteries were impossible to make out.
All of it was hazy and indistinct because the cultivator who had made this impression was only at Spirit Transformation. He could not comprehend such things.
Some things, however, were clear.
In one corner of the battlefield, the army formations of two Spirit Transformation cultivators had shattered. The two survivors were fighting each other.
One was a female cultivator who wielded a flying sword blazing with lightning. Her sword light divided into ten thousand streams.
The other was half human, half mantis. Flesh and gears filled his body, and every move he made tore through space. He summoned swarms of blood-mantis puppets to besiege his enemy.
"That's one of