Inside the Divine Hall.
The face of the crimson Divine Statue that closely resembled Wang Ba was changing little by little.
Gradually, it became another face.
Old, covered in wrinkles...
At the same time.
In the Chen Kingdom.
The Foundation Establishment Rogue Cultivator possessed by Xun Fujun gazed expressionlessly toward the distant horizon.
The Law Power of Spirit Transformation cultivators collided with the divine power of the Evil Gods. Law Treasures, techniques, Talismans, Spirit Beasts...
Under the deliberate direction of the Great Jin cultivators, the Spirit Transformation-level battle rapidly shifted toward the Myriad Gods Kingdom.
Where they had been, vast numbers of Incense Dao cultivators, led by a handful of second-class Evil Gods, swept toward the Chen Kingdom like wave after wave of the sea...
An unprecedented melee began.
The Foundation Establishment Rogue Cultivator seemed to stand outside this great melee, quietly observing everything.
His gaze grew ever colder and more detached.
Countless patterns and Dao rhythms also seemed to flow through his eyes at an astonishing speed.
He saw countless Incense Dao cultivators die.
He saw the Great Jin Nascent Soul cultivators defending against the Myriad Gods Kingdom retreat steadily under the attacks of the immense numbers of Incense Dao cultivators.
The Essence and Qi and Blood of countless dead seeped silently into the soil below like drops of water, then became rivulets that quietly surged into the distance in a mysterious, concealed manner...
Everyone was busy fighting, busy dealing with their opponents' attacks.
No one noticed.
Only he... saw the change.
A glimmer of understanding rose in his eyes.
And at that very moment, he suddenly sensed something.
He abruptly raised his head and looked toward the Myriad Phenomena Sect in Great Jin, realization dawning in his eyes:
"Wang Ba... just as I thought!"
Violent currents of Law