Li Wang set down his teacup and carefully packed away his tea set. The lake projected above the Stargazing Platform vanished with a wave of his sleeve.0

"What do all of you think?"0

The crimson glow of the setting sun filled the sky above the platform. Blood-red light poured through the roofless dome, casting a faintly scarlet hue over each stone pillar.0

Most of the True Gods of the Abyss on the pillars were still dwelling on the sight of a single sword strike piercing through Li Chu's Dharma Idol. 0

The scene was indelibly etched into their souls.0

Lin Qiyang, another True God of the Pure Land Sect, Jiang Fan of the Boundless Sky Divine Kingdom, and Dong Shangqing of the Ancient Law Sect were all near the lower end of the hierarchy and were ranked similarly to Li Chu among the True Gods.0

They could not help but wonder if they could have resisted Pang Jian's strike if they had been in Li Chu's place. 0

A sense of bitterness crept out from their stone pillars as they pondered this. 0

Without a divine artifact, a Dharma Idol—formed from the fusion of one's physical body and divine seat—could not possibly withstand that sword strike!0

Pei Yishan,...0