In the Asura Realm, within the main camp.
"Red-Faced Bug" Bali and "Peeping Tom" Hong Zhongkun stood before the tent with their heads lowered, their faces full of reverence.
Zuoqiutang emerged from inside, glanced at them, and said, "Come in."
At his words, they hastily stepped forward and followed him inside.
Within the great tent, Fang Qianyuan sat cross-legged behind a low desk as usual, his eyes closed in meditation, seemingly unaware of their arrival.
But to Bali and Hong Zhongkun, Fang Qianyuan's figure seemed like flowers in a mirror or the moon upon water, suffused with a hazy, illusory quality.
Around him, something like ripples of water, all but invisible to the naked eye, rose and fell ceaselessly. His aura waxed and waned with those undulations, seeming to exist one moment and vanish the next.
Bali had only just recovered from severe injuries. As he sensed that aura, the spirit essence within him seemed to be drawn along and stirred in response. Waves of drifting disorientation washed over him, leaving him so uncomfortable that he could hardly look straight at Fang Qianyuan.
He had encountered Heaven-Tier Powerhouses before and knew this was a clash between his own spirit essence and the power of the laws flowing around him. Like a man caught amid raging waves, he could find no footing. He quickly gathered his thoughts, stilled his mind, and held his breath, only then feeling somewhat better.
Coming back to himself, he could not help feeling a measure of shock and awe.
This Fang Qianyuan's cultivation truly far surpassed Centipede True Lord's. He seemed to have reached heights even Centipede True Lord had never attained.
Beside Bali, Hong Zhongkun also wore a grave expression, cold sweat continually beading on his forehead. There was no trace of his usual sleazy,