Buzzz!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Whoosh—
A ceaseless hum came from the room.
The doorframe shook as a fierce wind rushed through its cracks, letting out a piercing howl.
Standing guard outside as the Dharma Protector, Xiang Ran listened to the commotion behind her and felt the terrifying Aura Pressure held in check within the room. Confusion rose in her heart.
"From what Martial Uncle said, he seems to be casting a new spell. What could it be for, to cause such a commotion? And judging by how solemn he looked, this spell must be extremely important to him!"
She suddenly remembered what her Venerable Master had been attempting several years ago.
"All these years, Venerable Master has traveled All Under Heaven, constantly gaining insights and creating new spells to perfect Nature and Life. He means to bring together everything he has seen, thought, and learned in his life, build the Peach Paradise Dreamscape, and break through the barrier between mortals and celestials. Could Martial Uncle be doing the same? After all, he was able to leave the Great Hua Secret Realm without being rejected by heaven and earth. At the very least, he can't have broken through that barrier yet..."
"...Their lands stretch over ten thousand li, their men and horses number in the hundreds of millions. Their might ever rivals the Rong and Yi, and they stand as equals to Huaxia. Among the Rong and Di, none is greater!"
In Dingxiang City, a drop of blood flickered before Chen Cuo, now bright, now dim. Countless scenes surged from it, changing without end.
As Chen Cuo sensed the weight carried within those visions, his mind grew ever clearer.
"That assessment plainly judges the Turks from the Central Plains' perspective. But that's only natural. In this era, the Central Plains' culture