In the Mysterious Spirit Realm, within the Heavenly Court. Lu Yang sat upright in his Cultivation Chamber. With a thought, a trace of his spiritual sense, carrying his magical power, descended into another grand hall of the Heavenly Court, manifesting into a phantom image of a clone.
“Daoist friend Tribulation Grasping.”
The Supreme Being of the Mysterious Spirit Realm was immediately startled from his meditation and looked over in confusion. Seeing this, Lu Yang could only sigh inwardly: ‘An external Dao is still an external Dao. His perception of heaven and earth is too weak.
Something as huge as what happened in the Pure Land went completely unnoticed.’ Thinking this, he did not delay. He immediately recounted the entire story of the Primordial Heavenly Demon’s emergence and the destruction of the Dao Court.
As the Supreme Being listened, his expression changed several times. He remained silent for a long time before finally exhaling deeply, a cloud of turbid qi leaving his lips.
“If that is the case, Daoist friend, perhaps we should simply flee.”
Lu Yang was taken aback.
“Flee how?”
“To be honest, I have been making plans for some time now,” the Supreme Being admitted candidly.