C1262 The Real World Is Still an Illusion

The darkness in the sky only lasted for a moment, but the pressure you left on this endless sea made them all unable to raise their heads.

Cultivators, their backbone, were like sharp swords that pierced through the clouds.

Unless it was a certain moment, perhaps they would never bend their waist.

But now, other than Gu Ning, no one else could straighten their waist