Chen Ping'an had changed into a Daoist robe.
Heaven and earth lay white and vast, his robe a brilliant red.
Tall trees stood amid the snow, blazing crimson.
Up on the city wall, for some reason, Zhou Mi had shrunk to the size of an ordinary person.
Only at this moment did Ma Kuxuan realize he had finally seen the real master. He was greatly startled. When had Chen Ping'an entered the ancestral hall? He had been sitting at the entrance earlier, yet had sensed nothing at all. Ma Kuxuan considered himself not to have underestimated Chen Ping'an's cultivation. He had risked danger and gone against his own wishes, using this thunder-arts Natal Divine Ability that he had once loathed with every fiber of his being. Yet in the end, Chen Ping'an had merely used a clone to deal with him?
He had thought that bringing out this meticulously plotted Zhou Mi would, even if it could not kill Chen Ping'an, at least damage his cultivation and knock him, newly ascended to Immortal Realm, back down to Jade Purity.
Ma Kuxuan asked through inner voice, "Did something go wrong with releasing Chen Ping'an's inner demon? What if he saw through it? You should have struck while the iron was hot. This fellow has survived countless battles and has more tricks up his sleeve than holes in a sieve. Don't fall for his ploy and let him fool you."
This was why Ma Kuxuan had not cared in the slightest about being inside the grand formation earlier. Go ahead, Chen Ping'an, take the First Move—but you did not know that while the mantis stalked the cicada, the oriole waited behind. Trying to usurp the host's role was not so simple. In principle, a Dao Cultivator's inner demon was at its strongest