The aura of the golden cloud was terrifying—an aura like an apocalyptic disaster. Its effects were equally horrifying. If everyone had not been Immortal-level cultivators, merely being absorbed by it would have left them unable to recover for a very long time.
Li Poxiao was still holding his bloodstained sword. He stood there watching me, and my expression tightened. This kid is either a blockhead or just unnaturally thick-skinned. To him, the golden cloud must be little more than a passing breeze, right? Or has he found a way to avoid it?
We had no room to think. The golden cloud was faster and fiercer than a raging sandstorm. We did not even have time to dodge before we were annihilated in a sea of golden mist. With the last of my magic power, I crushed the Shrinking Earth Talisman and appeared a full fifty meters from Li Poxiao. Here, at least, I would not have to fear him—assuming he came after me. I had absorbed some blocks of yin qi, so escaping with Carefree Movement for a short while would not be a problem.
The golden cloud soon passed, and everyone's cultivation was reduced to nothing again. Li Poxiao did not seem to have followed me. I had no idea what he had suddenly come to the graveyard for.
I released Yan'er from the Blood Cloud Coffin, then set up a Yin-Gathering Formation. After absorbing yin qi with the purple bamboo for a while, I made some temporary yin qi blocks and recovered a little. I dismantled the Phoenix Gold Stone bracelet on my hand, recited the Daoist lineage incantation with my carving knife, and carved the formation incantations of the Four Little Immortal Daoist Temples onto it. I planned to use this as material for the Yin-Gathering Formation.