Void God

779, Void God

The conical-hatted cultivator in black-and-red robes raised her head slightly and looked toward the small world above.

She spread her stance and assumed a boxing posture.

The posture seemed born of nature itself.

The instant she struck, the entire world seemed veiled in the intent of her fist.

With a thunderous roar.

Her fist intent rose like a bright moon into the sky, like a blazing sun hanging overhead. Wind and clouds seemed to transform into wind soldiers and cloud pawns, rallying to its cause.

A million bolts of lightning stained the violet heavens, and countless arcs danced like frenzied spirit serpents.

They were also like a surging downpour.

Whistling down.

In the blink of an eye, the entire small world had become a prison of lightning.

Crackle.

Lightning arcs fell.

The conical-hatted cultivator beckoned to Pei Wanyou.

The moment Pei Wanyou saw that terrifying fist intent, he knew he had run into a tough opponent.

Only then did he recall that this person called herself Venerable Myriad Spirits. She hailed from the Myriad Dharma Sect, and within that sect, anyone whose Daoist title began with "Myriad" was invariably a prodigy of the sect.

But he was no slouch either.

As a high-level cultivator of the Grand Artifact Sect, he too was a prodigy.

"Heavenly Stars as a Board."

"Manifest the Earth."

"Go!"

Pei Wanyou threw out the iron fan in his hand.

The iron fan hovered above his head and, driven by his hand seals, transformed into an enormous chessboard.

The chessboard manifested by the iron-fan Dao soldier enveloped the conical-hatted figure and the lightning prison around her. The entire world seemed to shrink countless times in an instant, making figures that should have stood level appear as tiny as ants.

Xu Sanniang was caught within