Chapter 1171
The immortal aura of the ancestral weapon stood before them, and the red lightning arcs around Jinghong lowered their banners and silenced their drums.
The powerful spiritual mechanism that should have resembled a heavenly lightning tribulation seemed to have stepped into a land of eternal silence. All she could see was endless darkness; even her own radiance was gradually corroded by the mist.
In the blink of an eye.
Only a tiny flame remained.
"My helper?" Tu Shan Jun's expression turned grave. His vast divine sense, like the will of heaven, instantly solidified space-time, leaving the Hall of Senluo nowhere to hide.
He shifted his gaze slightly.
He saw a pair of double pupils flickering with violet spiritual light. They were entirely unlike his own eyes. Before those divine eyes formed circular Great Dao patterns, intricate and tangled, like the world's most profound formation compressed into something the size of an egg.
The person wielding the divine art stood behind the condensed Daoist technique, their entire body shrouded in red light.
"Hm?"
Tu Shan Jun gave a faint sound of surprise.
Their gazes met. There was not the slightest joy of reunion in Jinghong's eyes, only profound fear.
Even though the person before her was her own father.
Tu Shan Jun was not merely her father; he was also the artifact spirit of an ancestral weapon.
A powerful fifth-step cultivator of heaven and earth.
A great supernatural power wielder!
Ever since Tu Shan Jinghong began cultivating, her double pupils had been her second greatest reliance. Later, they had even surpassed the soul-shadow projection for a time, until Tu Shan Jun reached the realm of the Ancient Emperor and the Emperor Shadow truly displayed its might.
But that did not mean the double pupils were weak. On the contrary,