After his disciple left, Master Weiyun's expression darkened. In just one night, this world's miraculous Memory Capturing Skill had already disseminated fragmented footage of the great battle.
In the footage, Cangwu Zi's colossal Dharma Body was as large as a small mountain ridge.
Demonic Qi raged around him, and he was in a state of madness.
Below, grass and trees were torn asunder, boulders shattered, and the earth shook as mountains trembled. Birds and beasts shrieked in terror.
He bore no resemblance whatsoever to an enlightened master of the Daoist School.
Never mind a great practitioner of the Dao, even a common person wouldn't act so demonic and deranged.
Clearly, Cangwu Zi had fallen to the Demon Dao.
'Could the Qingcheng Sword Sect really have forced Cangwu Zi into the Demon Dao? Or did someone else make a move from the shadows? Was it the Demon Sect, or Mount Emei?'
'Or perhaps an aberration from Gui Xu?'
