The Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches were tied down by ten experts from the Shichen Realm, unable to break free for the moment.
Luohu hovered in the distance, a cold, sinister smile curling his lips as he turned to charge toward the Great Desolation World.
However, Luohu did not know the true strength of the Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches. He simply assumed this was their limit.
At this moment, the Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches had not even used their full strength.
Taiqing's gaze remained calm, the radiance of the pagoda in his hand subdued. Though the black-and-yellow light barrier seemed to totter beneath the net of time, it was actually as steady as Mount Tai.
He glanced at Yuqing Yuanshi and Shangqing Lingbao and nodded slightly.
"That should do," Taiqing said mildly. "We have thoroughly probed the strength of these Shichen Realm cultivators."
Yuqing Yuanshi nodded. "They amount to no more than this.
"The Great Dao of time may be powerful, but their cultivation falls short. They have only scratched the surface, without grasping its essence."
Shangqing Lingbao sneered. "Since we have finished probing them, there is no need to play along any longer."
The Sanqing exchanged glances and withdrew their hands at the same time.
With no resistance left, the net of time suddenly descended, enveloping the Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Seeing this from afar, Luohu rejoiced inwardly, believing the Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches had exhausted their strength and been captured.
Yet a moment later, his smile froze on his face.
"Break!" Taiqing gave a low shout. The pagoda in his hand trembled, and a beam of black-and-yellow light soared skyward. Struck by that light, the net of time tore apart as though made of paper.
Yuqing Yuanshi waved the