After realizing that he stood in a different plane from everyone else, Max completely withdrew his attention from the countless cultivators gathered around the giant boulder.
Whether they were Divine Kings, Holy Lords, or ancient experts who had remained seated here for unknown ages, none of them mattered to him at this moment. Their bodies were still present in the same open space, their auras still filled the surroundings, and their silent figures still carried the weight of terrifying cultivation, but Max understood that they were no longer standing in the same layer of reality as him.
They could not see the golden light he had seen. They could not sense the attack that had struck him. They could not feel the sharp pressure that had almost split his perception apart.
To them, perhaps he was still seated quietly before the boulder like everyone else, but to Max, the world had already changed.
This hidden plane belonged only to him now.
