Fang Shu's thoughts churned in turmoil, and his heart shook with alarm.
But after only a few breaths of confusion, he steadied his mind, filled his eyes with bewilderment, and stared woodenly around him.
On the five-colored mound, everyone from Mount Lu was terrified. Regardless of their cultivation, all wore dazed expressions.
He could not reveal anything unusual, lest the others catch a hint of the truth. If that prompted the Earth Immortals of the Five Sects to search his soul, things would turn ugly indeed.
As more and more cultivators regained consciousness, the clamor on the mound grew louder.
Some disciples and Earth Immortals from different sects had never gotten along. Now, with everyone frightened and on guard, friction flared repeatedly, and they nearly came to blows.
In contrast to the commotion on the mound, the spiritual radiance of fortune enveloping it slowly subsided along with Mount Lu's Fortune. Gaps had already appeared throughout it, and it looked ready to dissipate completely.
One gaze after another swept outward from the mound.
When everyone saw the ruined landscape of Mount Lu outside, their bewilderment and horror deepened.
"What happened? How did this place change completely in the blink of an eye?"
"These are traces of an attack by tremendous power. Did someone fight a magical battle here?!"
All manner of discussion rose from the mound.
Fang Shu listened closely among them and discovered something surprising.
The memories lost by the people around him concerned more than Refining Spirit. They had also forgotten the Five Sects' masters preaching the Dao and refining some of the disciples and Earth Immortals.
He pondered inwardly, So every memory involving the masters of the Five Sects and that Profound Teaching Divine Immortal has vanished.
Upon realizing this, Fang Shu finally breathed a thorough sigh of