Primal Chaos Altar

The expected supernova explosion didn’t occur.

When Wang Lu closed his eyes and braced himself, he had put the Non-Phase Sword Bone defense to the limit, yet what he met was just a strange silence.

After a moment, a hesitant voice of a woman broke this silent. “Wang… em, Sect Leader, what kind of special ceremony are you holding?”

Wang Lu opened his eyes and caught the partly teasing, partly doubtful face of the Holy Maiden Feng Ling. He then turned his head; the natural scenery of the mountain and the Wang Family Village were still as beautiful.

There was no explosion, nor surging stormy sea of spiritual energy. Beside him, a one man tall gray sphere lied quietly on the ground.

Wang Lu coughed and waved at the dirty old man and the others to act. This old man, knowing what just happened, nodded and, together with Wu Feihua, cast their illusion spell to cover the scenery ten meters around Wang Lu.