Suddenly, Kong Xuan's eyes snapped open—two three-foot divine rays burst from his pupils and shot straight into the depths of the vault of heaven! The void rippled in response, violet qi rose in wisps, and clouds and rosy light condensed into lotus platforms. Heavenly music rang out from the nothingness, solemn and grand, while countless Dharma forms seemed to flicker in and out among the light and shadows, whispering with palms pressed together.
The Brahmic chant had yet to fade when auspicious qi arose. Golden lotuses pierced the air, and a strange fragrance drifted all around. With a light sweep of his fingertips, he sent the clouds and mist surging like a tide. Auspicious light poured down like a waterfall, and heaven and earth rose and fell in a tremendous, immeasurable tremor.
In an instant, a golden-patterned talisman floated in midair. The moment it took shape, countless Spirit Lotuses suddenly blossomed throughout the void: red lotuses blazed like flames, azure lotuses gleamed like jade, golden lotuses illuminated the world, and Ink Lotuses sank into the abyss. Every petal shone with light, every strand carried fragrance.
The talisman trembled slightly, and the surrounding void immediately seethed with ripples. Layer upon layer spread outward like waves, auspicious qi erupted like a spring, and rosy light splashed down like rain. The entire sky was filled with flowing colors and rainbow arcs.
Ancestor Minghe's expression changed in horror—this talisman was neither an ancient relic nor the Divine Seal passed down by Zixiao Palace. Its design was bizarre, its aura sinister. With a single glance, he felt his chest tighten, as though an invisible giant hand had seized his throat, or as though ten thousand jun of black clouds were pressing down upon his head. A chill surged from the soles of his feet straight