Six-Colored Sky Pit, lakeside highlands.
Sacred Source Peak, the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace members being held under seal, and scattered cultivators and minor faction members who had come upon hearing the news but did not dare approach—all eyes were fixed on the vast, tranquil six-colored lake, their gazes burning with anticipation.
Zhou Tai, Lü Yan, and the other Sacred Source Peak disciples stood behind Mo Lin, overcome with excitement. Meanwhile, the women of the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace, whose cultivation had been sealed and who were being held together on the other side, were all pale-faced, their beautiful eyes filled with fear, unwillingness, and a trace of relief at having survived disaster. They were now no different from mortals; their lives and deaths rested entirely on a single thought from the young man in white.
Mo Lin stood by the lake with his hands behind his back, his white robe fluttering gently in the breeze. Rather than cautiously probing or sensing as others might, he merely swept his gaze over the deep lake. A faint glimmer flashed in his Immortal Eye, and he had already seen through the enormous creature slumbering beneath the water and roughly assessed its strength.
"You sneaky little thing."
A disdainful curve lifted at his lips. Too lazy to waste words, he directly raised his right hand.
Buzz!
Chaos-colored source qi surged in his palm, instantly condensing into hundreds of slender, razor-sharp transparent ice spikes that radiated an extreme chill! Every spike was like a perfect work of art, yet contained terrifying power enough to pierce gold and stone and freeze the soul!
"Go."
Mo Lin casually waved his hand, as though shooing away flies.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!!
In an instant, those hundreds of Chaos ice spikes moved like an army receiving orders, transforming