In Heavy Mountain Grotto-Heaven, beneath the southwestern mountains, there likewise stood a White Cloud Dharma Platform.
The daylight was bright and lovely. A middle-aged Daoist with an ordinary face, dressed in a gray Daoist robe, walked out from the gateway and arrived at the center of the platform.
On this dharma platform likewise stood a Divine Beast Envoy wearing the Mystic Turtle Treasure on his head.
The Mystic Turtle Envoy did not even look at the newcomer, and suddenly waved his hand.
In an instant, boundless crushing pressure descended out of thin air onto the middle-aged Daoist, and a layer of gray-white radiance rose from the ground along with it.
Crack, crack...
A layer of gray-white stone shell swiftly spread upward from the middle-aged Daoist's feet.
In the blink of an eye, the stone shell had spread to the Daoist's neck, and it was about to petrify his entire body.
At that very instant, the middle-aged Daoist suddenly sighed softly. A trace of sorrow instantly appeared on his face, yet endless fury showed through his eyes.
Bang bang bang!
The middle-aged Daoist's whole body shook, and the stone shell covering him immediately shattered into countless fragments, dropping to the ground with a series of bangs.
He moved his hands and feet a few times, then, with a fierce killing intent in his gaze, suddenly looked toward the Mystic Turtle Divine Envoy standing dazed to the side.
Hmph!
The middle-aged Daoist abruptly gave a cold snort. Without any movement from him at all, the Mystic Turtle Divine Envoy beside him was instantly turned into a lump of meat paste, as though he had been crushed alive by a gravity so powerful it was beyond imagination.
At this moment, the middle-aged Daoist seemed unable to feel the increasingly powerful squeezing force around