The sound of swords chanting pierced through the boundaries of time and space, echoing across Wu Zhao Mountain. At this moment, that terrifying righteous heavenly might was actually blocked, unable to descend from the heavens.
"Duo!"
The sword light Feng Changjian pointed out pierced through the obstructing mist and hurtled toward Lin Xuan, carving a blazing white path through the fog and splitting it apart.
"Fine technique!"
Lin Xuan's gaze narrowed as he prepared to act.
However, Wu Mingyao was faster. Holding the Golden Immortal Brush, she waved her hand and wrote the four words: "Mountain River Eternal Suppression."
A wondrous scene of mountains and rivers emerged within the mist, then descended to suppress the sword light.
In an instant, the sword light collided with the wondrous scene. Light of Power exploded amid the fog, and ripples surged outward in rings.
The sword light shattered, and the wondrous scene vanished.
Neither the sword light nor the wondrous scene gained the upper hand. Two Dao Paths passed through the surging ripples of power, spanning the region untouched by the mist.
Then, Lin Xuan and Wu Mingyao transformed directly into two Divine Rainbows and charged toward Sun Moon Valley.
Along the way, Lin Xuan's Sun-Moon Domain expanded. The blazing crimson lake water had no effect on either him or Wu Mingyao.
In no more than the time of a breath, the two crossed a vast distance and arrived at the Place of Yin Extremes Giving Birth to Yang, where Frozen Lake met the crimson waters.
"Hahaha..."
"Good, very good!"
"You actually dared to come out, Lin Xuan. I must look at you in a higher light."
In the heavens, Feng Changjian laughed wildly. His body fell from the sky like a meteor, the sword hilt beneath his feet gripped in his hand.