Time was pressing; not the slightest delay could be allowed. With that thought in mind, Lin Xuan began to act.
With a sweep of his sleeve, a great expanse of glowing radiance shot out. After circling briefly, it appeared three feet in front of him. Then the surrounding Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi swarmed into it, while Lin Xuan struck out several spell arts in succession, continuing to pour all his magic power into it.
After that glowing radiance absorbed everything and merged it together, it transformed into a Yin-Yang Taiji diagram.
It was fully seven or eight zhang in diameter, and looked incomparably profound. On the surface of the Taiji diagram, mysterious runes surged forth, flickering in and out of sight around it, while a boundless, ancient, desolate, and mysterious aura poured out.
Lin Xuan's expression also turned solemn. He pointed a finger forward.
"Ten Thousand Streams Return to the Ancestor!"
This was a move he had created himself during his seclusion. It did not use a treasure, but wounded the enemy with Sword Qi, and its might was likewise matchless.
From within that Taiji diagram, pillars of light of different colors sprayed out.
The red ones were fire.
The yellow ones were earth.
Different colors meant their attributes were also entirely distinct.
Within them were metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—not one was missing.
Afterward, those pillars of light disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In their place, streaks of Sword Qi emerged one after another.
Each pillar of light, depending on its thickness, transformed into anywhere from several dozen to several hundred streaks of Sword Qi.
Those streaks of Sword Qi also varied greatly in length. The largest were more than seven or eight zhang long, while the shortest resembled daggers.
Yet as