The guardians of the four directions had taken shape.
At the center, Bai Yujun steadied her mind and absorbed the power of the worlds, while the four directions stood firm as the four poles holding up the heavens.
The wild and ferocious monkey's eyes glowed red, killing intent surging around him. Bowed at the waist, hunchbacked and bandy-legged, with a pointed mouth, sunken cheeks, and fangs jutting outward, he wore a Phoenix Feather Crown and dragon-scale armor, his iron staff having beaten out a fearsome name.
Gan Wu, the sword immortal of the Daoist Mountain, sought the Dao through the sword. Carrying his sword upon his back, he saved the common people. One man, one sword—the sharp intent to slay evil had brought peace to the world.
Colorful butterflies fluttered around her. Mu Duo was always so leisurely and tranquil, as though her eyes held nothing but the idle clouds beyond the window.
Yet the one the great powers feared most was the shabby Old Hui Xian. His worn monk's robes were covered in patches and washed pale, his old hands rough and withered, his face sallow and lined with wrinkles and age spots. With a single compassionate word urging others toward goodness, he appeared ordinary, unremarkable, even somewhat downcast. Yet he was the old man feared most by the great powers.
The scene revolved before their eyes.
The guardians of the four directions stood firm as the four poles holding up the heavens, each with a different expression and bearing, steadfastly protecting Bai Yujun.
Her white hair drifted in the water like the whiskers of a true dragon, while her enormous dragon horns carried both pride and savagery.
Her white dress snapped in the wind, and her draped silk ribbons fluttered and swayed.
With her eyes closed, she chanted