The old Daoist moved about, activating the Defense Formation.
The imperial palace and city-wall formations of the court were the sturdiest. Great households, nobles, and wealthy families also had their own ingenious means of protecting their homes. Unfortunately, once they had risen into the air, feng shui had ceased to work. Only defensive formations remained effective, barely able to withstand the aftershocks of immortals battling with their arts.
Yet most people fled the defensive formations as if mad, kneeling and kowtowing toward the temple's golden light.
Men and women, rich and poor alike, kept knocking their heads against the ground, muttering that they were willing to offer up their lives.
The old Daoist opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing. He let out a long, weary sigh. The moment those fanatics spoke those words, their lives no longer belonged to them. In the end, they would become sustenance for evil things. There was no pulling them back, no saving them.
In the blink of an eye, the girl who had moved vast stretches of land suddenly appeared above the temple. The old Daoist knew that she was in her Primordial Spirit state, half-transparent and exceptionally radiant, inspiring dread. Those whose hearts harbored evil thoughts did not even dare raise their heads to look directly at her.
The roars of immortals, gods, savage beasts, and their clashing arts thundered through the sky. Bai Yujun lowered her altitude but cautiously did not land, instead walking step by step through the air toward the temple.
Dragon might and the Black Corpse's wicked aura countered each other, grinding one another away into nothingness. Without anyone controlling it, the Black Corpse could not withstand the dragon might. The golden light was compressed, forced back into the gleaming temple building, until the dragon might extinguished the