The moment the Invisible Dao Domain unfolded.
Everything within the tent seemed to freeze, not in ice, and without a hint of coldness.
It was more like an all-encompassing suppression with no dead angles.
The candle wick in the lamp was in a state of imminent extinguishment, the flame fixed at the mouth of the lamp.
Mi Yun maintained the posture of standing up, his clothes slightly lifted by a gentle breeze, sticky grass bits still suspended in mid-air.
This was the reason Chen Chong didn't act when the grain carts entered the Inner City.
Because his Dao Domain was simply too powerful.
Let alone Chang Mei; even Hidden Cicada or Miao Zhen, whose cultivation hadn't been restored to the peak of his last life, wouldn't be able to muster the slightest resistance.
"..."
Perhaps because the Dao Domain was overwhelmingly powerful.
At this moment, Mi Yun's lips still held a trace of a smile.
