Dipamkara Buddha Daoist held the Lingjiu Lamp in his palm. The flame swayed lightly, and several sparks drifted down. Before they could touch the ground, they exploded with a boom, instantly transforming into a sea of purple flames that poured downward—this fire was born from none of the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. It was the Netherworld True Fire refined within the Lingjiu Lamp's wick.
Purple flames leaped, purple mist billowed, and in an instant, rosy light coiled through the air. Sparks burst forth like rain, while layers upon layers of blazing fire tightly surrounded Bai Xuan.
Kunpeng opened his mouth and spat. Demonic fire gushed forth, scorching to the bone and specializing in burning both divine souls and physical bodies. He had seen long ago that Bai Xuan's muscles and bones were even harder than those of the Witch Clan by three points, so he deliberately used this Witch-Burning Demonic Fire to force Bai Xuan to reveal an opening.
Light surged violently around Mahasthamaprapta, with thousands of auspicious streams of energy. Its radiance was as dazzling as the sun falling from the Nine Heavens. Every movement he made caused mountains to collapse and stars to tremble, while even the void faintly hummed.
Four attacks erupted at once. Light and rainbow interwove, and waves of flame rolled like countless fireworks exploding amid the sea of stars, all of them rushing toward Bai Xuan.
The corners of Bai Xuan's lips lifted slightly, his eyes filled with mockery. He neither retreated nor dodged, merely opening his mouth and spitting. A green lotus quietly emerged, exquisite and translucent, each petal dripping with emerald color, crystalline as though carved from ice jade. There were exactly twelve petals.
The lotus suddenly expanded, spinning rapidly. Clear, misty energy spread in all directions,