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"The Seed People Heaven has countless experts. Refining a Formation Banner for the Heavenly Net Formation shouldn't take long. Why hasn't there been any movement yet?"
As Tang Changsheng wondered, a resonant voice suddenly rang through Heaven and Earth. "You demonic Immortals of the Outer Dao, stand back!"
A huge violet, glass-like hand emerged from the vortex and swept toward Tang Changsheng as though swatting a fly.
Tang Changsheng instinctively dodged, but boundless radiance burst from the palm. An irresistible pull dragged him inside and dropped him into a Brahma Realm.
Flying Towers stood in countless overlapping ranks, housing innumerable shrines. A Golden Immortal presided over each one. All of them turned to look at Tang Changsheng.
"Demonic Immortal of the Outer Dao, will you not submit?"
"Demonic Immortal of the Outer Dao, will you not submit?"
"Demonic Immortal of the Outer Dao, will you not submit..."
Hundreds of millions of voices rose as one. Each word fell on Tang Changsheng like a mountain, pressing him down until he could barely move.
Damn it. I've run into a real expert this time. This divided spirit of mine is done for...
Just then, a streak of sword light flashed in like a startled swan and struck the vortex.
That single slash shattered the vortex and seemed to stop its rotation. Countless monsters halfway out were torn to pieces by the sudden force.
Within it, the huge violet, glass-like hand was revealed, its fingers clenched into a fist as it withdrew.
The sword light wheeled around and severed the hand with another slash.
Inside the Buddha Realm, Tang Changsheng's Doppelganger was preparing to die by his