There was no life force in the planet. It was like a huge meteor, dreary and dull.
After a moment, a group of cultivators approached it from a distant galaxy. There were eight of them, and they were charging forward as if they were about to come rest there, but the instant they stepped onto the dull planet, it turned into a gigantic heart. It pumped a few times, and when the cultivators screamed shrilly in pain, their bodies instantly shattered due to the beating of the heart. Their souls were immediately sucked by it.
Then, the bloody heart turned back into a dull planet.
Su Ming was in the distance. He had watched the whole scene, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. All of it was an illusion, but it belonged to Su Ming, not the Striking Lands.
The illusion was born from a memory, but not his… The memory belonged to the strange power which had created the illusion and which lay at the core of the Striking Lands of Morning Dao Sect.
