Half a year later.
In the Stealing Heaven Tripod Space, Yuan Ming sat cross-legged on the ground beside an altar, with the Night Parade of Hundred Demons floating above his head, slowly rotating, as twelve soul crows circled and danced around him.
These soul crows, both in speed and agility, were much stronger than before.
Yuan Ming abruptly opened his eyes and raised a hand to give a light wave.
The twelve soul crows cried out in unison, but the black sound waves of the past did not appear. Instead, the space nearby suddenly revealed a boundless grassland, with lush grass and towering trees, complete with sounds of birds and beasts roaring from afar, no different from reality.
Yuan Ming took out the Soul Destroying Sword with a flip of his hand and slashed.
A sword qi tens of yards long viciously cleaved the nearby void. The Illusion Space trembled slightly but immediately returned to stability.
