Void Realm

Venerable Chuiyun waved his hand at just the right moment.

The aura around him gathered into a palm seal.

With a gentle push.

The sky that Venerable Fuyao had cleaved into two halves merged back into one.

With a flip of his hand, a command flag flew out of his storage ring.

The flag was merely three feet long. As Venerable Chuiyun waved it, formation light blazed across the deep seabed of the Ghost Sea.

Venerable Fuyao's gaze sharpened as he said in a low voice, "So Fellow Daoist had set up a formation in advance."

He did not sit and await death. He shook himself, and the true form of his Dharma robe emerged—a cloak shaped like a straw rain cape, formed from layered feathers.

His hands suddenly spread to either side, and the straw-cloak mantle behind him burst open like ruffled feathers.

He formed a hand seal.

"Go!"

Golden feather flying blades poured into the Ghost Sea like a raging storm. Whatever material the formation foundations beneath the Ghost Sea were made of, the golden feather flying blades shredded them apart.

Empowered by a Venerable's spellcasting and launched as treasures, the formation had not yet fully taken shape. Under the slaughtering barrage of flying feathers, it instantly became a broken formation, leaving only the command flag in Venerable Chuiyun's hand.

"Water-Severing Flag!"

Venerable Chuiyun lowered his body. His sleeves whirled, cracking through the air. The broken formation beneath the sea still unleashed its might, stirring eighteen pillars of water into dragons drawing water, linking sea and sky. Every droplet trembled without cease.

As roars resounded, enormous whales swam out from the water droplets and rammed toward Venerable Fuyao like mountains.

"Whale-Driving Art."

"Go!"

His left hand supported a tree-like gesture while his right palm formed a seal, as