The man's form shifted, and he was about to soar into the air when an invisible giant claw descended from the heavens, pinned him down, and crushed him straight to the ground!
"Hm?" He froze, then tumbled from the sky, landing covered in dust. His form even showed signs of scattering apart, revealing a faint glow within—it was clearly condensed from a Divine Soul. ※Peak※Novel※
When he flew up again, his appearance became much clearer. He was a Daoist, sharp light flashing repeatedly in his eyes. One look was enough to tell he was a shrewd man, but those eyes were now filled with uncertainty and alarm.
He studied the sky for a long while before muttering, "What is going on? Isn't this Firmament Weeping Blood in the sky a Divine Ability transformed by some mighty being? It turned a stretch of the firmament into a living creature, creating a form of life ordinary people could scarcely comprehend. That was already unbelievable enough. Could this creature now be restricting others from using Divine Abilities to fly?"
As the Daoist's voice fell, another voice suddenly rang out beside him—
"You are right. It seems that East Flower Continent truly has some mysteries to it. It is no simple place."
The voice had come abruptly and from right beside him, startling the Daoist.
"Who is it?" he cried, retreating rapidly. At the same time, his hands formed a seal, and a surging aura erupted forth. Mixed with Divine Abilities and Daoist arts, it spread through the surroundings, sweeping over every scene and reflecting the images around him into his mind. At the same time, he extended his five senses, using them to observe all directions.
Yet neither his Divine Ability's reflection nor his five senses detected the slightest trace of anyone.
But