Year 32 of Qingyuan, March 5th.
That night in the Great Yong dynasty seemed no different from many peaceful nights in the past.
Except for a very few cultivators, the vast majority of mortals had already entered their dreams.
All was silent, the moonlight desolate.
Suddenly—
"Welcome to the real world, liars will face severe punishment..."
A voice, ethereal and distant, suddenly echoed throughout the Great Yong territory, or perhaps... it resonated in the hearts of all within Great Yong.
At the same time, from the lowly mortals who could barely fill their stomachs to the supreme Saint cultivators, without exception, everyone felt a rush of disorientation, as the world before their eyes suddenly blurred.
At that moment, it seemed as if a dense fog was enveloping the entire world before their eyes.
