Third Turn

Once the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion emerged, the entire mountain peak fell within his control.

Through the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion, he could manipulate the moods and emotions of the entire mountain.

He could control every Demon Beast within the mountain, calming them or driving them berserk, determining whether they lived or died.

Once they fell into a frenzy, they would slaughter one another, throwing themselves forward without regard for their lives until they annihilated each other.

For a moment, the feeling intoxicated him immensely, as though he were a god.

But he possessed Super Sensation and had long become immune to such godlike feelings.

A moment later, he regained his calm.

He sat cross-legged upon a boulder at the summit, turning his awareness inward to examine the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion.

The Heavenly Illusion Pavilion seemed carved from gold. Its delicacy and patterns did not compare to those of modern towers.

Yet the harmony and rhythm it exuded were unlike anything he had ever seen in any pavilion.

That harmony and rhythm gave rise to a pleasantly intoxicating sensation, like admiring peerless calligraphy or beholding a supreme painting.

In his daze, he no longer knew what day it was, having lost all sense of time.

After an unknown span of time, he slowly awakened and suddenly released a long howl.

The howl rolled outward like a surging tide, spreading flatly in every direction.

In all directions, there was only his howl.

Yet within the territory guarded by the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion, wherever the howl passed, the wind remained calm and the waves still.

He threw back his head and laughed.

Without realizing it, the Immeasurable Light Sutra had actually entered the Third Turn.

It had originally remained stuck at the Second Turn. The power of his soul had already reached its limit,