Chu Mo gazed at the spot where the Heavenly Dao had vanished. Only a sphere of light remained, its golden radiance dazzling and resplendent. One glance was enough to tell that this was no ordinary object.
[Obtained [Heavenly Dao Source Fragment] x1]
He had only just scooped up the sphere of light and had not even had time to read its description before he plunged into a boundless illusion.
The Earth Tribulation began!
His vision blurred, and Chu Mo found himself standing atop the Immortal Mountain. A sea of clouds surged, rosy light blazed in myriad rays, immortal cranes carried spirit mushrooms in their beaks, and spirit deer held flowers in their mouths.
He looked down to find himself wearing an Immortal Garment ablaze with magnificent light, a longsword hanging at his waist.
"Sect Master, Dao Lord." A respectful voice came from behind him.
Chu Mo turned around and saw hundreds of disciples kneeling on one knee, looking eagerly at him. The few at their head possessed deep, powerful auras-they were actually Nascent Soul True Lords.
"Reporting to the Sect Master: the Demon Dragons of the Hung Abyss Sea are wreaking havoc again. This time, a fourth-tier Demon Dragon has emerged and devoured the people of three Human Race cities. We request permission to go and slay the dragon. Please grant your approval, Dao Lord."
Why are they asking me?
Chu Mo was puzzled, then suddenly remembered: he was the Sect Master of the Northern Sword Gate, assigned to guard the northern side of the Hung Abyss Sea. These people were all disciples of the Northern Abyss Sword Faction.
But why do these people feel so strange? Chu Mo looked at the people kneeling on one knee, his brows slightly furrowed. An indescribable sense of wrongness arose in