“Don’t worry,” Lu Tianling smiled faintly. “Yun’er seems to have gained a great personage for a master. The venerable one deployed the Dream Sutra to teach Yun’er in his dreams. Even I don’t know what he’s learned.”

“The Dream Sutra, disseminating dao through dreams?!” gasped Situ Wenxian, unconcealed shock in his eyes.

These things were no secret, Lu Tianling just hadn’t bothered to bring them up before. He did so now to prevent Situ Wenxian from reacting with surprise at every other development. The emperor talked too much.

BOOM!

A massive image of a forty-five meter long golden spear appeared in Ouyang Shengtian’s hands, shaking the ambient qi in the surroundings.

“Die, Lu Yun!” he roared and swung the spear around, stabbing down with unparalleled momentum. The actual spear entangling Lu Yun transformed into a streak...