"Hahahaha... Now that you've entered my Ice Mirage Mountain, no matter how powerful you are, you definitely won't be able to escape." Ancestor Bingzhe was delighted, and his wild laughter rang through Heaven and Earth.
The people of the True Ghost Realm were delighted as well. With hope of suppressing the Star Fixing Plate, the benefits they would gain later were beyond words.
"Bang! Bang!" Two explosions rang out. The towering, majestic mountain peak—ice-cold and solid—suddenly began to tremble violently as booming sounds emerged from within.
"You truly are an ignorant junior. How could a mere acquired object containing spatial might possibly imprison a genuine spatial treasure that harbors spatial Dao patterns?"
A mocking laugh rang out. With his hands clasped behind his back, Saintly Venerable Qing Kui hovered in the air, looking at the towering mountain peak with a face full of disdain and an expression that seemed to say he was merely watching the show.
He did not make a move, allowing Ancestor Bingzhe to use his technique to suppress the Star Fixing Plate.
The ice peak trembled. Ancestor Bingzhe was horrified, and his expression abruptly changed, his earlier smile vanishing. He formed hand seals with both hands and urged the magical power within his body with all his strength, pouring it furiously into the towering ice peak.
Yet it was useless. One booming sound after another rang out, and the towering mountain peak trembled and swayed even more violently.
"Fellow Daoists, please lend a hand. Pour in your magical power with all your strength and help me activate the ice peak to suppress that disk." Ancestor Bingzhe cried out, calling to the people around him.
He could channel the magical power of others into Ice Mirage Mountain, which was why he had made the request.
Han Xufeng