The feeling of weightlessness surged, and everyone felt as though they were falling into an abyss, hurriedly trying to regain control, yet just as they had such a thought, they felt as if they were stepping on sothing both solid and intangible.
"Wow."
Ripple gently spread, forming circles, reflecting the perplexed faces of thousands present.
Water!
No, it was a lake!
Lingyu Mountain had disappeared... Oh, not really, it had beco a distant scene.
The Lingyu and Fusang Woods on the mountain, touched by wind and snow, could be vaguely discerned as everyone looked up.
Underfoot was water that was both real and unreal, originating from the boundless clear Spirit Lake seemingly placed into the extradinsional world amidst the mountain.
"Where did this world erge from?"
"And where did this lake water co from?"
"In the freezing world, Lingyu Mountain originally had no lake, right..."
Lingyu originally had no lake, but Bazhun’an said there was, and so there was.
And it’s not only the mountain and lake that have changed, but Heaven and Earth too!
When Hua Changdeng sat down, Heaven and Earth’s Yin and Yang converged, thoroughly changing colors, with the Night Curtain torn by the dawn, using the stone table atop the Spirit Lake as the demarcation...
North of Hua Changdeng was nightti, with snowflakes drifting.
South of Bazhun’an was sunrise, with warm sun lting winter.
"Oh my heavens! This domain..."
Initially, the cultivators of Lingyu Mountain didn’t notice.
Until comnts ca from various families via the Zhang Xing maps, so claid a lake appeared beneath them, others said the night above turned to day.
This was when everyone realized that Bazhun’an had subtly altered not just the landscape of Lingyu, but all Five Domains with a single Fantasy Sword Technique!
"Is this really Fantasy Sword Technique?"
"This is already the Second World, isn’t it?"
"Within Hua Changdeng’s Fengdu Phenonon, half of the Second World was forcibly cut over? The battle has already begun, the first challenge: seizing territory!"
Hua Changdeng did not consider this a territorial grab.
Using the word "grab" would be lifting Bazhun’an up.
This Second World, ethereal and illusory, he can easily break through this layer of "seal" with a single thought.
Is Bazhun’an weakened?
Or is there an ulterior motive?
"Gurgle..."
Hua Changdeng sat calmly on his stone bench, steady like the Sacred Mountain, unmoved by external things as Bazhun’an raised his wine flask, pouring out the liquid while saying:
"We shall leave any other matters aside for now."
"Before debating, I still have an unresolved question, can Brother Hua guide through this puzzle?"
The wine in the cup was halfway in.
Bazhun’an clearly only poured into his own cup, yet Hua Changdeng noticed his own was nearly full as well.
"Speak."
He lightly tapped his finger on the table.
Bazhun’an glanced at him behind the sleeve, covering the wine flask, and said:
"Certainly, I have long yearned for this battle, yet for Brother Hua, with the Third Ancestor watching intently behind, how can Brother Hua willingly serve as a front runner?"
"Is there so leverage they hold over you?"
Hua Changdeng hadn’t expected that this first debate topic would be the path of the Ancestors. These words struck him to his core, causing his expression to slightly change.
After finishing his words, Bazhun’an laughed aloud and stood up, leaving the stone table without waiting for a response, raising his wine cup first.
With his wine cup raised, the ancient swordsn who originally stood beside Lingyu Mountain each found a golden cup filled with wine before them.
Beneath the aroma of the wine in front of Lei Shuangxing, the Divine-beating Crutch slightly trembled.
Gu Qingyi gazed at the golden cup before him, activating not his own senses initially, but the evil sword Yuelian.
Silently, Gou Wuyue stares at the wine in the cup, with the Voice of Nulan at his waist humming intensely, almost unsheathing itself.
In all Five Domains, the ancient swordsn also each had a cup before them, even Feng Zhongzui, who crouched in the Southern Region Feng Family Mansion’s courtyard, was stunned gazing at the golden cup before him.
In a trance, the Feng family of the Southern Region, Burial Sword Tomb of the Eastern Region, Fringe Moon Immortal City, even in the Northern Region, Central Region, Western Region, among all sects and clans, for each and every Path and family, all who bore swords heard ethereal immortal music descending from beyond:
"A golden goblet of jade chalice of Immortal Brew, offered to fellow cultivators of the martial arts world..."
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