Countless peals of thunder came through from behind the clouds, reaching the ears of everyone on the ground with perfect clarity.
Yet the clouds themselves showed no change. They still covered the entire sky like a sheet of gray felt, preventing people from seeing that battle fought on a level beyond the mortal world.
Suddenly, a bulge formed beneath the clouds, then slowly began to spin, taking the shape of a tornado as it gradually approached the ground.
Amid the howling wind, Lian Sanyue was blasted out of that mass of clouds, hurtling toward the palace's main hall at extraordinary speed.
Just as she was about to hit the top of the hall, she stopped by the narrowest of margins and stood on the roof.
The sea of clouds continued to churn, then parted to open a path.
Bairen's white dress fluttered, without a speck of dust or a trace of blood, forming a stark contrast with Lian Sanyue, who was covered in blood.
"Although your body contains some of my immortal qi, you have no immortal sense. How could you defeat me?" she said calmly, looking at Lian Sanyue.
Immortal sense was consciousness, but immortals who had ascended had long since surpassed the bounds of the Chaotian Continent. Standing on a higher plane, their understanding of the lower world was naturally more complete, and they could see every detail.
If the Chaotian Continent were a green mountain, those who ascended into the sky could see its outline and shape, as well as every detail within it, such as its cave abodes, its trees, and even finer things.
No matter how powerful a cultivator like Lian Sanyue was, she was ultimately within the mountain. It was difficult for her to know what the mountain looked like, and sometimes even to