If even Master Lane was deliberately obstructed, then unless one was willing to be a puppet in the Heaven Realm, it would be better to give up on the idea of ascending and becoming immortal as soon as possible.
Of course, the ultimate goal of every cultivator was ascension, although dominating a region in the Lower Realm might be more carefree, who could resist that temptation?
So, in the Eight Desolations World, all attention was accompanied by an inner anxiety that was no less than that of the beings in Heaven Realm.
Master Lane looked up, and saw numerous thunder clouds emerging from the Heavenly Tracks, converging above his head and constantly growing stronger.
With purple, golden, and dark red colors...
Even Master Lane could clearly see that a kind of interference from the Heaven Realm made the power of the thunderclouds even more frightening, with the flickering thunderbolts increasing in intensity and speed.
Master Lane's mouth twitched, and he smiled.
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