At this moment, the skies of the Eastern Wasteland had shattered. Looking down upon the entire Desolate Heaven Domain, one could see only a vast, blurred expanse of chaos.
The radiance of the blazing sun and bright moon could no longer illuminate the whole Eastern Wasteland. The Heavenly Domain Will was frantically repairing its heavens and earth, yet it was still a drop in the bucket. Who knew how many years it would take to recover?
Across the Eastern Wasteland's ancient lands, secret realms, majestic mountain ranges, great rivers, boundless seas—everywhere the cultivators of the Five Aggregates Immortal Sect had set foot—countless ghost cultivators and sect disciples trembled, daring neither to speak nor move.
Some reclusive Old Devils and ancient monsters shut their eyes in pain as they watched spiritual beasts and ferocious beasts dig up their painstakingly tended spirit herb fields down to the last inch and carry everything away...
The key was that they could not even lose their tempers. In the Desolate Heaven Domain, blood paid for blood—it was only natural. Being able to keep their lives meant they owed the Five Aggregates Immortal Sect a favor. External possessions were merely the price of buying their lives.
Above the heavens.
Gu Lisheng had fallen unconscious. His aura flickered uncertainly, and not a trace of Immortal Power remained in his body.
Bang.
Chen Xun crossed the vast void in a single step and caught him in one hand. Smiling faintly, he murmured, "The way you stopped pretending just now gave this Dao Ancestor quite a fright. Hehe."
He placed the unconscious Gu Lisheng upon his back, shielding him from even the slightest aftershock.
"Chen Xun!"
Ke Ding hurried over from afar, looking somewhat anxious. "You shattered the Eastern Wasteland's skies! The entire Desolate Heaven Domain has already erupted.