She tossed the palm-sized Official Seal up and down.
Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly as she reclined on the dragon throne, rocking back and forth. Inside, she cursed the carp for refusing to tell the truth even with its mouth on the chopping block, rambling about this and that as though it had completely forgotten the Treasure Light incident. Having fallen so low, it still had the mind to harbor crooked schemes.
She could not remain in the Yonghu Dragon Palace permanently; she needed spirits and monsters to guard the place.
Otherwise, she would have chopped it up long ago and served it with wine. How could she let it spout nonsense and play its little tricks? She should have beaten it senseless back then and let it taste some suffering. A little tree would not grow straight without pruning—it needed a beating.
She turned to look outside. The mortal cultivators had finally broken the formation and set foot on the dock.
She shrugged and casually activated the Official Seal, sealing the gates shut.
The open space outside the gates.
Once the formation was broken, the illusions ceased and revealed their true forms. Cultivators who had been trapped in illusions stood upon the flagstones. With the formation no longer operating, they naturally woke up. Seeing the dazed crowd around them, they immediately understood what had happened. That brief instant had felt like ten days or half a month, with all manner of illusions luring them into traps. Cold sweat broke out across their backs.
Though they had successfully reached the gates, they could not push them open.
Some, driven desperate, unleashed magical treasures and weapons in fierce bombardments. Yet the gates remained untouched. Instead, the formation upon them struck back, sending the attackers flying with blood spraying from their mouths.