Chang'an.
Before their eyes, the River of Time surged, and the Divine Dynasty Way was about to reveal itself.
Suddenly, Lü Shang fell silent. He hung in the air, motionless.
As he stopped, the illusory realm around him froze as well. Streaks of golden radiance across the Northern Lands hung suspended, as though time itself had stopped there.
"What's happening?"
The Azure Dragon and the other mighty beings battling Lü Shang immediately sensed something was wrong.
Compared with the earth-shaking clash just moments ago, this eerie stillness troubled them even more. It sent chills down their spines.
"Could it be..."
Boom!
Before the thought was complete,
The vast River of Time behind Lü Shang suddenly boiled. Ink-black hands reached out from it, stretching toward him!
In an instant, a strange, chaotic, oppressive aura filled the air!
Countless whispers rose one after another in everyone's ears. They did more than disturb the mind; they seeped straight into the Dao Heart!
Many cultivators inside and outside Chang'an felt the whispers bore into their skulls like demonic music. Illusions took shape in their minds, stirring layer upon layer of stray thoughts. They hurried to gather their focus and steady their Dao Hearts.
Even so, many found dust settling over their Dao Hearts, with signs of corrosion beneath it. This was no small matter. They dropped everything to suppress the disturbance and cut down the Demonic Thought!
The younger cultivators who had just lost a sliver of their True Spirit fared even worse. The moment the whispers began, they wailed. Black lines crawled across their faces as if they had suddenly fallen into a mire and been stained by its filth!
"Something's wrong!"
"Everyone, guard your minds!"
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