After an unknown length of time, Di Yang withdrew his palm. Pale-faced, he staggered back two steps and steadied himself against a pillar in the hall.
A spark slowly returned to the false Di Yang's eyes. He blinked, puzzled. "Why am I here?" Then he suddenly noticed Chu Mo and exclaimed in delight, "Teacher, what brings you here?"
But before he could say another word, Chu Mo swept his sleeve, mobilized the Grand Array, and cast him into the Delusion Realm.
"All right," Chu Mo said to Di Yang. "Go and rest."
Di Yang took his leave. Chu Mo turned and returned to the seat of honor. His gaze pierced the void, settling on the Netherworld soil that was ceaselessly devouring Eternal Night, and he thought:
Now, all that remains is to wait.
Several months later.
The last uncovered patch of land in Eternal Night was finally swallowed by the Netherworld soil.
At that moment, Chu Mo felt his mind shudder, and an unprecedented sense of control surged through him. It was as though all of Eternal Night lay in the palm of his hand.
Every inch of land, every foot of river, every wisp of yin qi shared a mysterious connection with him.
Time to attend to the real business. Chu Mo spoke inwardly, but did not rush to act. After cultivators entered the Spirit Realm, their physical bodies remained their greatest weakness until they fully broke through to Spirit Transformation.
Although they could still reconstruct their bodies as long as their Dharma Forms remained, losing their bodies would have enormous consequences.
Before that breakthrough, the physical body served as an anchor in the Present World. Without its aid, a cultivator would become lost in the Spirit Realm and ultimately dissolve into Emptiness.
Who knew whether he would revive