The sun and moon in one's palm, the universe in one's sleeve; Yin Yang Eight Trigrams laid bare life and death.
What of immortals? Mortals, too, could stand shoulder to shoulder with gods. Taking advantage of the time Gongyang Dong had bought him, Yuan Qi calmly and swiftly borrowed the momentum, using spiritually significant objects such as the ancient well, old tree, and memorial archway to stir the vital currents of mountains, rivers, and lakes. With the compass in his palm, he controlled the feng shui formation and continuously built up power.
From high above, overlooking the outskirts of the town.
It was as though a giant Golden Compass was making orderly adjustments, bringing changes to the surrounding area.
Wind swept across the lake, waves slapping the shore as weeping willows swayed.
A blacksmith in town had been hammering farm tools when the flames in his furnace suddenly surged. Mist rose from the ancient well, the leaves of the thousand-year-old tree became lush and verdant, the rusty broken sword unexpectedly emitted a chilling sharpness, and the blurred characters on the weathered stone archway grew increasingly clear.
At some point, sunlight was obscured by dark clouds, black as spilled ink...
"Gongyang! Buy me some time!"
Yuan Qi remained calm and composed, not even raising his head.
The lead cultivator did not move. They would only get one chance to turn the tables. If they failed, they would likely be dragged back like dogs. There was no room for the slightest mistake.
If he had studied the Feng Shui Secret Technique properly when he was young, why would he need to fight so desperately today?
The pressure on Gongyang Dong sharply increased.
"If you want time, go ask those arrogant bastards for it!"
After disabling one opponent, three remained.
The two young