Northern Border, Divine Martial Sect.
Lü Yang strolled leisurely among the pavilions and terraces, even taking the time to admire the scenery, as if he were merely a young scholar on a spring outing.
However, roiling clouds had, at some unknown point, gathered above his head, blanketing the entire Divine Martial Sect. Yet the many Cultivators within the sect remained completely oblivious. They continued their Cultivation, engaged in Combat, and chatted amongst themselves, as if the clouds were nothing more than an illusion, nonexistent in their eyes...
Within the clouds, thousands of electric serpents slithered and coiled.
From start to finish, this strange phenomenon didn't kill a single disciple of the Divine Martial Sect. It merely brushed past them, carrying away something intangible.
—Merit, Qi.
