The Impermanence Sect had activated its grand formation and stood ready for battle.
With the sect's main fighting force gathered at Azure Firmament Mountain, the Impermanence Sect had raised its defenses to the highest level, wary of anyone setting their sights on its ancestral grounds.
At one moment, ripples spread through the void. Ignoring the grand formation, a figure entered the Impermanence Sect's gates. It was True Lord Wuding.
The Wind-Thunder Demon Emperor had trapped him in an illusion using the Rosy Phoenix True Lord's power. Only now had he managed to escape.
Hum. His divine ability stirred. Paying no heed to the changes in the sect, True Lord Wuding went straight to a strange place. Gray mist filled the air, dividing reality from illusion. A world lay on either side: the outer world was real, while the inner one was the Illusory World.
At the sight, True Lord Wuding did not hesitate. He tore through the gray mist and walked in.
Strange scenes appeared beneath his feet: immortal cities, palaces, and countless Impermanence Sect disciples trading, discussing the Dao, and wandering together. This was the Grand Void Illusory Realm that the sect's disciples knew so well.
Normally, only one's consciousness could roam this realm, neither quite real nor unreal, as dreamlike as an illusion. This time, True Lord Wuding had come in person.
"Disciple Wuding seeks an audience with his teacher..."
His expression grave and dark, True Lord Wuding stood above the Illusory World and bowed toward a mountain hidden in clouds ahead, its reality uncertain.
His muffled words exploded through the Illusory World like thunder, sending the gray mist rolling.
Yet from beginning to end, no sound came from the mountain standing over the Illusory World, as though no one lived there at all.
True Lord Wuding clenched