Wang Yu's ear twitched.
Ding Ming's divine-sense transmission surged over.
"Brother Wang, the Rakshasa Heavenly Demon Bell is in Zhuo Shouyun's hands. It is currently in a dormant state and cannot unleash its true might. At most, it is only equivalent to a High-Grade Magic Treasure.
"In addition, there is half a volume of the Rakshasa True Demon Scripture in the Jade Slip as compensation.
"What happened this time was not Ding Ming's intention. The entanglement between you and me is written off in one stroke."
Reaching out to take the Jade Slip, Wang Yu had no time at all to examine it. Most of his attention was focused on the Nine Dragons Divine Fire; he merely split out a wisp of divine sense to receive the transmission.
Both sides happened simultaneously.
The instant the Vast Cold Twelve Aspects and the Nine Dragons Divine Fire truly touched, Long Xingyun's expression changed drastically. Only now did he truly see the might of a top-tier divine ability.
Frost Moon Across the Sky merely turned once, and the Twelve Aspects all transformed into wondrous scenes.
Beneath the palace, beside the Osmanthus Tree.
The Cold Bridge stood towering. A Fairy Silhouette held a bow, a Jade Plate engraved with Ruyi Patterns suspended behind her head. A Jade Axe hung at the small of her back, a Frost Sword at her waist, and an Immortal Jade Pendant drifted about her; she did not seem like a shadow of the mortal world.
The adorable Rabbit hopped and skipped into the bow, transforming into an arrow. In an instant, a Death Omen that made every hair stand on end was born; just touching it with the gaze gave one the feeling that their thoughts had frozen stiff.
"Whoosh—"
The instant the arrow shot out, the Filling the