Liu Mo said, “Did this freeze last for thousands, or even tens of thousands, of years?” He meant no disrespect. He was merely feeling a little emotional.
The Dao Sovereign’s slight hesitation had created the “illusory world,” making it impossible to tell what was real and what was false. Fortunately, this place was isolated from the outside world. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Liu Mo said, “If someone refined the illusory world and deliberately used it for evil, it would cause an unimaginable catastrophe.” He looked at Yin Jiuxu beside him. The other man had once said that he wanted to put an end to all this.
Exactly how could it be done? Yin Jiuxu spoke.
“The Dao Sovereign’s strength is far beyond what cultivators of the Eighth Realm like you and me can oppose.”
Although the Dao Sovereign had already died, his remnant spiritual field had not completely dissipated. Terrifying Dao rhythm still lingered around it. Liu Mo looked at him.
Was this man in the same realm as him? Clearly, this black-haired, deep-eyed middle-aged man was one of the foremost experts in the Eighth Realm. At the very least, he was in the late stage of that realm, far surpassing Heavenly Immortal Gu Rui, Yun Morning Glow, and the others.