The cultivators who had strayed in from afar could only stare at that area with stunned eyes.
Then he suddenly turned around. His Escaping Light shot away, tearing across the sky, and the faint sound of space exploding from excessive speed could still be heard.
The smile at the corner of Bifang's lips receded slightly.
Naturally, he had no interest in seeing just how badly the cultivator passing through this place had been frightened.
He merely felt that, the instant Ghost Mountain was absent and that coffin appeared—
He heard the voices of other incarnations of his true self sharing their thoughts within his Sea of Consciousness.
"Just as expected."
"The Devil Master's Great Dao was buried inside a coffin."
Yet its attempted descent had failed.
That was the final fact visible to the naked eye.
No matter how sinister or terrifying this Great Dao was, it was still merely one of the Three Thousand Great Daos. Just like in the present Great Tribulation of heaven and earth, everyone believed their own calamity would be difficult to overcome.
But in the eyes of heaven and earth, it was only the ebb and flow of tides from dawn to dusk, the daily routine of mayflies that lived for a day.
As for the contingency left behind by this Longevity Devil Master for such a situation, Bifang could not see it.
Yet that Reincarnation Dao Body was stationed within Reincarnation. What it saw, he saw through it as well.
A pair of closed eyes would never open again.
Threads of faint, almost imperceptible aura wound through the providence of the Demonic Path above the Four Lands.
Then came a crack, like the shattering of glazed crystal.
The portion of Demonic Path providence above the Four Lands was cut away by the greater