"...Dao Master, Dao Master?"
Yan Zhi's cautious voice abruptly roused Wang Ba.
Coming back to himself, he instinctively looked at Yan Zhi.
"What is it?"
Yan Zhi, however, felt as though a dazzling gleam had flashed through the other man's eyes, and his heart tightened slightly.
But he was exceptionally skilled at reading expressions, and quickly said:
"Dao Master, shall we send these people from the Shiqiong Realm over to your place shortly?"
Wang Ba paused slightly. His gaze swept over the ugly female cultivator sitting cross-legged in the small transparent room. After a moment's consideration, he nodded.
"Thank you for your efforts. Make the arrangements..."
His gaze instinctively turned to his surroundings.
In no more than the blink of an eye, his Primordial Spirit and Dao Domain had both silently completed their transformation.
The reserves Yuan Magnetism Rail Man had accumulated over many years had now become the nourishment he needed to step into a higher level.
Though the surface remained calm and unruffled, what lay beneath was already utterly different.
And the world, too, had undergone a peculiar change in his eyes.
He could see strands of Black-and-White Threads flickering in and out of sight wherever he looked.
He knew very clearly that these were rules.
Unlike before, when he had needed the Wind-Driving Staff to sense and manipulate them, he could now clearly feel that, so long as he wished, he could easily pluck at them, even though these rules were not particularly active.
The advancement of his Primordial Spirit had brought a leap in his command of rules.
By the standards of the Sea of Boundary Turmoil, he was now an existence in the Mystic Sensation Realm.
*I can interfere with rules at a basic level... The further the Myriad Laws Lineage progresses, the more terrifying