Overseas, on Lonely Heart Island.
Lü Yang's true body had long since fled beyond the highest heavens. With his current Cultivation, he was still no match for a Perfected Lord, but it was more than enough for him to hide and protect himself.
A Foundation-Stage Cultivator of his level was qualified to be viewed favorably by a Perfected Lord, who would no longer see him as a mere ant. After all, even a Perfected Lord themselves might not have reached the state of Peak Foundation Establishment before attaining their Golden Position. Such a state was a matter of serendipity, not something one could actively pursue.
He had left only a Puppet behind in his place.
Gazing at it, Daoist Hongtian remained silent for a long while. He simply began making calculations secretly within his sleeve. After a long time, a look of astonishment finally appeared on his face.
'I can't figure it out…!'
