Everyone present was shocked. The Mahayana cultivators saw clearly that Ancestor Jiesha's attack this time had obviously been deliberate rather than an impulse. He had unleashed his strongest strike, containing the aura of the laws and profundities he had comprehended. Forget the Profound Tier cultivators—even the dozen or so seated Mahayana cultivators knew they would have to go all out to withstand it.
Yet a beautiful female cultivator in the Spirit Severing realm merely waved her hand, and a cluster of rippling radiance suddenly appeared. Ancestor Jiesha's terrifying palmprint, which could erase a giant peak and freeze a vast ocean, was blocked and vanished.
Everyone looked toward the female cultivator and recognized her as the beautiful woman who had always accompanied Ancestor Tianji.
The female cultivator was beautiful and focused, her face as cold as frost. She stood tall at the edge of the stone platform and looked up at Ancestor Jiesha in the air above the plaza. Her bright eyes held not the slightest trace of fear.
Such a beautiful female cultivator at the peak Spirit Severing stage had casually blocked the attack of a Mahayana cultivator renowned throughout the Three Realms. The sight truly shook every cultivator present.
"There is actually a powerful formation guarding this place. Hmph, no matter how powerful the formation is, it still cannot hope to stop me." Ancestor Jiesha's gaze suddenly turned icy, and his cold shout rang throughout the plaza.
As the old man spoke, a whirlwind suddenly arose around him, gray-white and terrifying. It seemed as if countless icy blades were rapidly cutting and shaving away at everything, causing the space around him to suddenly become void. It was as though a bottomless pit had abruptly appeared in the void—deep and terrifying, as if a gigantic vicious beast inside were opening