Golden light shot through heaven and earth, and chains of law locked the eight directions.
Chains of law, gleaming gold and branded silver, burst out of the void, shrouding the entire firmament like vast, majestic nets.
Hundreds of Heavenly Nets unfurled from the depths of the sea of clouds. Every strand of every mesh was woven from Dao patterns, sealing vital energy and freezing space-time.
The astral wind stilled here. Spiritual energy sank into silence here. Only the runic spirit-seals flowing across the Heavenly Nets glowed with cold golden light, as if proclaiming the inviolable heavenly rules, heavenly laws, and blazing heavenly might.
Demon Venerable Zhuoyun Qinghua stood at the heart of the nets, his clothes torn to shreds and his whole body drenched in blood. His long hair hung loose, his flayed chest heaved violently, and the demon power around him flickered like a guttering candle. Those eagle eyes that had once been so sharp were now hollow and lifeless, reflecting the light and shadow of the golden locks and chains of law filling the sky, as well as that cyan Daoist figure standing with hands clasped behind his back atop the clouds.
He had lost.
It was not a matter of one wrong move. It was not that his strength had fallen short. It was a complete and utter collapse, from Dao heart to divine abilities.
The half of a palm he had left still throbbed with waves of stabbing pain. The Three Calamities Destruction Sword Intent ate into his flesh and sank into his bones, leaving Demon Venerable Zhuoyun on the verge of collapse.
Three Calamities Destruction Sword Intent, sword light of wind, thunder, water, and fire.
Those four swords, Zhu-Lu-Xian-Jue, had pinned down east, west, south, and north, taken form through the Four Symbols, carried the