Above the sky, countless explosions erupted.
Spatial fluctuations mingled with all manner of law powers, weaving together into a special curtain of light.
Ten figures crisscrossed through the air.
For a time, the entire academy was thrown into an uproar.
The young man who had just climbed up from the ground was dumbfounded as well.
No.
What the hell had come out of my exotic treasure?
Wait, where the fuck was my exotic treasure?
Picking up a fragment from the ground, the young man stared blankly. The thing was all too familiar.
Fuck.
My exotic treasure!
I was so close—so close to cultivating to the Myriad Dharma Realm.
Ten years. With the exotic treasure's help, I only needed ten years to break through.
But now, it was all over.
Sitting there in a daze, the young man felt as though the light had gone out of his life.
"The Myriad Dharma Realm really is somewhat formidable."
The space here was stable, yet Gu Yuan's every movement still affected it, sending ripples spreading out.
One man fought nine Myriad Dharma cultivators.
The law powers were a chaotic mess, but he still handled them with ease.
In fact, the nine of them had even fallen into a disadvantage.
For a moment, the nine were greatly shaken.
Ignoring everything else, they unleashed every offensive technique they had kept up their sleeves.
The affected area spread farther and farther. In the end, even under their control, it still reached the academy disciples below.
Buildings were destroyed, formations shattered.
It was an utterly miserable sight.
"Damn it."
The old man cursed inwardly. If the Academy Master had not been in seclusion, how could something like this have happened?
What faction did this old monster belong to, to be this powerful?
At the early stage of