Yang Yuan staggered, retreating a few steps before suddenly collapsing onto the ground, tears inexplicably sliding down his aged, clouded eyes.
Lu Yuan, on the other hand, frowned slightly as he raised his head to look at the sky, seemingly sensing something.
He gathered his Law Dao Body, and his flesh body could rival a Ming Dao Venerable, naturally allowing him to see more than Yang Yuan could.
In his vision.
Every drop of light rain falling from the sky was transformed by the Power of Laws, capable of Purifying Marrow, reshaping and benefitting all living beings immensely.
However, this Power of Laws was too weak to be of significant use to someone at Lu Yuan's level of a Half-Step Venerable.
What truly moved Lu Yuan was.
After Venerable Lingyun returned his Dao to the heavens, this world also appeared with a sudden void.
If this world were a painting, a previously fully patterned and inked canvas suddenly had a blank space appear.
