Guangren Dao.
A pavilion in the sky.
Shentu Hai, who had been leaning by the window with his eyes half-closed, suddenly snapped his eyes open and stared gravely at Juqiao City below.
"Master!"
The disciple attending him jumped in fright. "What is it?"
"How are things in the city?!"
Shentu Hai demanded.
"This..."
The disciple glanced at the city shrouded in blood mist below and replied as though it were only natural, "In another half an incense stick's time, they'll all turn into blood pills."
"Something's wrong."
Shentu Hai sprang to his feet, his divine sense spreading outward. Within Juqiao City, he detected two surges of vast and righteous qi slowly rising.
"Master?"
The disciple was completely at sea. "What exactly happened? Do you need this disciple to handle it?"
Shentu Hai ignored him.
His figure abruptly vanished. When he appeared again, he was already at the edge of Juqiao City's barrier. Just as he was about to force his way inside, an irresistible force erupted from within the barrier.
Two streams of pure qi shot into the heavens, tearing a massive hole directly through the vault of the Inverted Great Formation.
Under the impact of the pure qi, a huge crack appeared between the brows of the towering blood-colored Buddha statue. The crack spread swiftly like creeping vines, until it covered the entire statue. Unable to hold on any longer, its enormous body began collapsing layer by layer, and the entire Inverted Great Formation crumbled along with it.
Amid the terrifying overflow of spiritual power, even Shentu Hai had no choice but to raise an arm before him to block it. He stared at the phenomenon below, his pupils steadily shrinking. "How is this possible..."
Inside the city.
The cultivators of the various sects, along with the soldiers of