The commotion caused by those leaves had likewise fallen outside Lu Qing's concern.
Ghost-God Mountain Gate.
A heavy gaze descended.
It contained boundless, magnificent space-time, as though it concealed countless places of slaughter.
With but a single glance,
the leaves upon that ordinary yet most extraordinary patch of ground seemed to have been lightly carried over by the wind, slowly spinning several circles.
They appeared even more commonplace, devoid of any distinguishing feature.
Yet it was precisely this ordinariness that left the owner of that gaze even more suspicious.
"Who could have employed such a method?"
He had never imagined that the Spirit Ghost Mountain Master he had chosen back then would bear such deeply hidden fate behind him.
The other party had already departed, but clearly, he must have comprehended something before leaving.
"It does resemble the ancient Great Dream Immortal Sect."
The owner behind that gaze pondered for a while.
He had already caught a faint glimpse of the clues.
Yet all he saw beyond that was blankness.
Clearly, the other party had executed this divine ability with extreme brilliance.
The other party was not afraid that he would recognize it.
They were supremely confident.
At a time like this, it should not have been those few.
If it were them, there would have been no need to resort to such methods.
But among those old monsters of the same realm, he had never heard of anyone else who came from the Great Dream Immortal Sect.
Who did not know that the Great Dream Immortal Sect's lineage emphasized inheritance within dreams?
The myriad dreams of the great thousand worlds, the myriad beings of the great thousand worlds—all were but a single dream of theirs.
Had the upheaval in Nine-Nether not occurred afterward, and had the Great Dream Immortal