Overseas, upon a vast and boundless stretch of sea.
Three Perfected Lord incarnations and one Daoist Remnant. Their terrifying Qi traces saturated the void, reducing Heaven and Earth to utter silence. Even the waves and the wind seemed to quiet down.
DRIP. DRIP...
A drop of cold sweat slowly trickled down the Perfected Fortune's forehead.
This was a rare occurrence for someone of his Cultivation, for it meant the shock he felt had prevented him from maintaining perfect control over his Dharma Body.
'Who am I? Where am I? What's happening?'
At that moment, only these three questions remained in the Perfected Fortune's mind. He had thought he was coming to stomp some weaklings, but it turned out the pond was full of sharks!
He had to admit, he had been a little too loud just a moment ago.
But the Perfected Fortune was, after all, a former Perfected Lord. The state of his mind going blank lasted only for an instant before he recovered.
