Heaven and earth were swept by desolate winds, the smoke of war stretching into the distance. Countless living beings stood amid the endless army of zombies and ghosts, all raising their heads to look.
Yet no one could discover where that voice had come from.
It seemed to have sounded directly in the depths of their minds.
"Li Ling..."
Sensing that strange Incense-Rhyme Flowing Wind, Daoist Heavenly Calamity seemed to see a young cultivator dressed in white, sitting cross-legged with a flower between his fingers.
Behind him was a seven-colored halo like that of a god or Buddha, his dharma body faint and insubstantial, dreamlike and illusory.
But when he focused and looked closely, he saw nothing at all.
There was no figure in this stretch of heaven and earth, no halo-only drifting orchid fragrance.
"The art of the Incense Path-perceive the incense, and behold me!"
At this sight, the Three True Lords exchanged delighted glances, with a measure of relief at having survived a calamity.
"If the Old Ancestor hadn't acted in time, our prospects would have been grim indeed! But now that he's here, there's nothing to worry about."
They were not rootless cultivators who had started out as rogue cultivators.
Their own sect had a Spirit Transformation expert presiding over it, giving them the confidence of cultivators from a great sect.
Still, despite saying this, the Three True Lords knew that the enemy also had a Spirit Transformation powerhouse. They could not afford any carelessness.
"Withdraw for now. The effects of the Formless Incense will disappear soon."
Sure enough, Li Ling's voice came from the void, secretly warning them.
This incense demanded extremely high purity. Once used, it rapidly deteriorated, so its ability to protect everyone by rendering them intangible could only last a short time.
Hearing