Several days passed in the blink of an eye.
The astonishing events in Qinghe Town quietly spread. The siege of Ye City instantly collapsed, and the armies from several other cities hurriedly withdrew. Within several hundred miles, all fell into awe and shock.
The title of a Martial Emperor expert was enough to frighten ten thousand armies into retreat. Yet its influence in the mortal world was limited after all. Once the rumors spread a thousand miles or so, they could no longer stir up any greater waves.
The Great Dao was vast and boundless, and experts were as numerous as clouds.
The so-called experts of the mortal realm were, in the end, merely fish in shallow waters.
Even if Hai Star was a Mortal Star, it was not something a mere Martial Emperor could stir into turmoil. Looking across the entire planet, even Earth Immortals were only one among countless cultivators of the Dao—hardly worth mentioning.
The quiet discussions and shock caused by several cities in the Southern Prefecture were far too ordinary to draw much attention. Not to mention the immortal domains, the news had not even spread beyond a single small prefecture.
At the center of the endless layers of immortal domains stood magnificent palaces.
Rosy clouds swirled, and countless Immortal Beasts roamed.
The main hall was lavish beyond measure. Only Ouyang Tuo sat upon a jade chair, his eyes closed as he contemplated enlightenment, still immersed in his cultivation in pursuit of the Great Dao. He was the lord of Hai Star, the supreme sovereign of this planet.
In his eyes, the various immortal domains were merely chess pieces in his hand. A single word from him could determine their survival, destruction, rise, or fall. Nothing could make his expression change. The endless transformations of heaven