1548-1549: Until the Black and White, Good and Evil in Human Hearts Are Erased, the Heavenly Abyss Cannot Be Restored!

Above Wudang Mountain, long, narrow clouds were reflected crimson by the enormous taiji symbol, blazing like fire as it drew in the vast power of Heaven and Earth and radiated waves of intense dragon might.

The clouds across the entire sky churned and shifted. Layer upon layer of cloud seas seemed to form the dome of a colossal structure, like an immortal palace, its undulating mist patterns carved with exquisitely detailed birds and beasts.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a deep roar that shook the heart echoed from within the crimson taiji. Dense bloody light gradually gathered into a magnificent giant creature, rapidly taking shape and throwing the surrounding magnetic fields into chaos. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, stunning everyone.

"What... is that?"

On Wudang Golden Summit, Mu Daoren, Song Yuanqiao, and the other natives all stared tremblingly at the crimson behemoth appearing above Ascension Cliff. They could clearly feel the terrifying pressure emanating from that direction.

They had never seen such a dreadful presence.

They even felt a chilling terror, as though they were not looking at some fearsome creature, but at a blazing sun that scorched the soul. Even Mu Daoren and the others' Yin and Yang Deities felt waves of dizziness and helpless agony.

If they felt it so strongly, then the players throughout Wudang Mountain felt it even more acutely. Most had already fallen into negative states such as prolonged dizziness, weakness, and shock beneath that intense pressure. Some even fainted on the spot.

All at once, the crimson taiji shifted toward black. It gave off no evil aura whatsoever; instead, it brought a pure, refreshing comfort, as though one had been washed by spring water. That overwhelming and unbearable pressure also swiftly receded.

"Roar!!"

The black taiji abruptly split apart like clouds and mist. A pitch-black serpent head