Indeed, it was prying.
When that word surfaced in the minds of every living being, it struck them harder than any scene they had witnessed before.
This was no longer a divine power, but sorcery!
A terrifying art that could rob any being of sleep and appetite, leaving them feeling as though thorns were digging into their backs.
With such an art in existence, what secrets could the Primordial World possibly have left?
Whose every move could escape those drunken eyes that nevertheless saw through everything?
Deathly silence.
Once again, a deathly silence fell between heaven and earth.
Even the heavenly net woven from the laws of the Three Thousand Great Daos seemed to stop turning beneath that utter terror.
Every living being held their breath, not even daring to look at the images above the firmament again, afraid that their own prying would be noticed by that mysterious being.
Meanwhile, Tongtian, standing within the Immortal-Slaying Sword Array, was no less shaken than anyone else.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, only to find his throat dry and unable to utter a single word.
This disciple of his... had once again overturned everything he thought he knew.
Heavenly Reflection?
What an overpowering, heaven-defying divine power this was!
Tongtian was certain that this divine power belonged to no legacy in the Primordial World. It did not even fall within the scope of the laws of the Three Thousand Great Daos.
Had Gu Changqing... developed it himself?
The mere thought startled even Tongtian.
"Disciple Changqing..."
In the end, Tongtian could not hold back. Filled with astonishment and confusion, he asked through a voice transmission.
"You... you've developed yet another supreme divine art?"
"This technique... how exactly did you cultivate it?"
Needless to say, although Tongtian was his master, he now