But by then, it was already too late.
The two young figures ahead likewise stiffened.
Their hearts pounded—thump, thump, thump.
In the sea beneath the heavens, the three of them seemed to have their heartbeats dragged along by that unknown pounding, accelerating wildly.
Boom!
Bang—
The three stared at the scene before them, terror utterly freezing in their eyes.
The Buddha Light slowly dispersed, yet the three people who had stood there had vanished without a trace.
Only strands of peaceful, auspicious incense-and-fire aura drifted through this stretch of heaven and earth, refusing to fade for a long while.
At the very instant the upheaval occurred here.
Golden Cores of the Immortal Path had Inner Worlds, while Divine Path cultivation likewise had its own territories—Divine Dynasties of the Dao, divine lands and divine kingdoms of the Dao, and countless other names. They were roughly similar to the Grotto-Heavens and Blessed Lands condensed by Immortal Path cultivators.
In this place, the solemn and noble aura of the Divine Path faintly revealed itself, carrying an inviolable air.
At its center.
A thought stirred.
On the enormous stone wall within the towering hillside, an elderly face emerged, a trace of anger staining its eyes.
"Who is it?!"
A voice like a great bell and mighty chime echoed through this world, rumbling without end.
At the foot of the mountain, beyond the mountain.
Figures upon figures were shocked beyond measure. Upon hearing the voice, they swiftly flew over.
Every one of them wore blue robes. A faint strand of divine intent coiled between their brows, like a thunder seal. Thunderclouds formed beneath their feet, with tiny bolts of lightning endlessly rolling through the clouds below.
They were precisely the Divine Path Holy Spirits of this Holy Spirit Divine Land, born from the vast ocean