Yang Houfeng did not panic.
He formed a hand seal, and his protective astral qi formed a shield around him.
With the grand formation of the dojo activating and his Dao-soldier treasure protecting its master, the inexplicable twisting pain immediately vanished without a trace. Yet it did nothing to ease his unease. It was as though something was using some unknown divine ability to attack him.
Hum.
A Venerable's divine sense stretched across more than a thousand miles. In an instant, it blanketed his entire dojo.
His whole being fit seamlessly into the grand formation.
Only then did he finally halt the decline.
As Yang Houfeng lowered his gaze in thought, he did not forget to employ the visualization method within his sea of consciousness.
A round of sunlight illuminated his sea of consciousness, its warmth driving away the chill of sinister evil and making him exhale a long breath of cold air.
Then he snorted coldly. "What rat skulking in the shadows dares scheme against me? Since you still refuse to give up, I shall grant your wish!"
"Heavenly Yang Art."
Yang Houfeng closed his eyes, formed a seal, and said in a low voice, "Sun's Soul Pursuit."
"By the law, swiftly obey!"
The surrounding yin qi seemed to be ignited by the blazing sun, turning into burning fuses. Under Yang Houfeng's technique, countless traces of spiritual energy transformed into a fire phoenix wrapped in solar flames. It soared through the skies and charged into the void.
Boom!
Inside the dojo.
Within the blessed land.
The red-haired cultivator seated before the high platform opened his eyes.
It was as though he saw a fire phoenix cry out, intent on scattering the altar he had arranged.
When he glanced to the side, the aura of solar flames was indeed spreading