On a nameless mountain, the bright moon hung high, spilling its clear, cold light.
"What? That's a mid-grade Dao Artifact. How do you have something like that?"
Divine Lord Feng Lian's mind reeled. Now that he saw the moon's true nature, his heart filled with shock.
A mid-grade Dao Artifact was no ordinary treasure. An ordinary sect was fortunate to have even one Lower-grade Dao Artifact to safeguard its foundations. With one as its core, supported by a grand formation, a sect could preserve its inheritance to some degree even if it temporarily lost its Celestial Phenomenon True Lord, buying time until another was born.
Yet according to their earlier investigation, the entire Mountain-Chasing Dao had only one Lower-grade Dao Artifact: the Mountain-Chasing Whip, held by Sleeping Mountain True Lord.
Cold Moon Fairy had no interest in answering Divine Lord Feng Lian's question.
Under the original plan, this clash with the Divine Dao Founding was meant to be a contest of resistance. Making them unwilling to continue fighting would have been enough; the Mountain-Chasing Dao had not intended to deal them a crushing blow. But the news Jiang Chen had sent changed the entire plan.
That was why Barbarian Bone had struck from behind, and why she had brought out a mid-grade Dao Artifact.
"Tenfold Purgatory!"
With the Lunar Mirror in hand, Cold Moon Fairy pushed her divine ability to its limit.
In that instant, illusion after illusion took shape, inverting the real and the unreal.
Sensing something wrong, Divine Lord Feng Lian immediately became a streak of light and tried to flee.
"You've already entered the jar. How could you escape?"
Cold Moon Fairy watched the streak of light recede, her eyes utterly calm.
Tenfold Purgatory had in fact been operating for some time, subtly influencing Divine Lord Feng