"What's going on?"
"What went wrong?"
"Look, the altar is changing!"
The Eastern Wasteland cultivators were all greatly alarmed and immediately began shouting in a clamor.
"Fellow Daoist Zhu!"
After glancing at the Water-Fire Tai Chi beneath his feet, the square-faced Golden Immortal, whose body seemed cast from brass, anxiously called out.
At this moment, the seven Golden Immortals of the Eastern Wasteland and the Ice Crown Man had once again been trapped by the restriction. Some looked shocked, others furious; only Zhu Hao retained a measure of composure.
"Don't panic. This restriction comes from the protective formation around the core area. Its power is limited—it cannot trap so many of us."
Zhu Hao immediately reassured them.
Hearing this, the expressions of the square-faced Golden Immortal and the others eased somewhat. After all, they all knew that the core restriction was not impossible to break. It was merely that a forceful attack would cause the Secret Realm to collapse, which was why it had been left untouched until now.
Yet in the next moment, a burst of laughter descended from high above.
"Hahaha! Fellow Daoist Zhu, don't speak too soon. Before, no one had activated the Law Power within this restriction. But now, go ahead and see whether you can still break the seal!"
Accompanied by that resounding voice, Yue Duxing reappeared, his body covered in black-and-white crane feathers. He stood atop a black-and-white Tai Chi only about a foot across, looking down at the crowd with wild delight written all over his face.
"Yue Duxing, I do not care what scheme you have in mind. But so long as it does not obstruct the Eastern Wasteland's grand plan, Zhu Mou can overlook your past offenses."
Yue Duxing's words did not frighten Zhu Hao. Instead, he spoke with a majestic