The provincial city formed by the illusion was not far from the border province of Yiluo Upper Continent. Liang Yi and Shi Yanxin swiftly returned to the continent and reported the matter to Profound Chief Gao Mo.
Gao Mo attached great importance to the report. Some of the Outer Layer gods possessed no lesser cultivation, and when the Turbid Tide had surged in those years, he had confronted some himself.
If it were only himself, he naturally had nothing to fear and could simply go forth to fight. But now he was shielding the people of the entire continent, and there could not be the slightest mishap. Especially now, there were many in the court attacking him. If trouble arose here, those people would surely seize the opportunity to assail him and refuse to let go of it, leaving him in an exceedingly passive position.
Having reached his realm, he knew this matter had not occurred in Yiluo Upper Continent without reason. He had only just taken over this continent, and its many affairs had yet to be set in order. Contradictions abounded within and without; this was precisely a loophole that could be attacked.
He knew that not only would people of Celestial Xia know of such circumstances, but outside forces could likewise learn of and sense them.
And that would undoubtedly draw the enemy's covetous gaze.
Just as water naturally flowed downward, under the turning of heaven's momentum, strength often pressed down upon weakness. Those evil gods seeking to return would likewise seize upon this point and choose the place most suited to their revival.
Of course, the transformations of heavenly fate were myriad and ever-changing. Weakness and strength, low and high, were never absolute, but could shift into one another. At times, a subtle tug seemingly unrelated