Lü Yang was a man of action. Ten lifetimes of cultivation had taught him a simple truth: decisiveness is key. Procrastination achieves nothing.
'First, the Little Blessed Land!'
Although this thing seemed like a completely new Dharma Gate at first glance, as Lü Yang thought back on it, he realized this wasn't the first time he'd encountered something similar.
'Blood Demon Island!'
That's right. The so-called Little Blessed Land was practically identical to the Blood Demon Island he had seen in his past lives. In fact, the latter was just a simplified version of the former.
'A Little Blessed Land can conceal its occupant, allowing them to evade the lock of Heaven and Earth. Blood Demon Island, though just a simplified version, must have inherited this effect. That's how Blood Demon Zhenren could hide inside, enter a deep sleep through a method of feigned death, and survive for thousands of years—far longer than any ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator...'
