Chijingzi accepted the command and set out, riding auspicious clouds straight to the front of the formation. Inside, mist surged and churned, like cotton, like gauze, like tides and waves, stretching on without end and never dispersing. His mind tautened as he stepped in slowly. Before his eyes suddenly appeared a Taiji Bagua platform floating in the void. A daoist sat upon it: High topknots piled high, a plain sash at his waist, straw sandals lightly resting beneath him, and a Bagua immortal robe draped over his body. He sat as still as an ancient pine, immortal radiance circulating around him like smoke and mist, gently rising and falling through the void, swaying with light.
The daoist slowly opened his eyes, his gaze stabbing forth like lightning. He shouted brightly, "Chijingzi! Do you dare enter the formation and contend with me over the mysteries of Taiji?" His voice rolled across the sky like thunder, its echoes unceasing, shaking the clouds in every direction until they scattered with a rustle.
Chijingzi stepped forward, his robes moving without wind. His brow was stern, his Dao Bone pure and unworldly, righteous immortal qi filling his entire body. Pointing fiercely, he shouted, "Dark Cloud Immortal! Do not flaunt your viciousness by relying on this formation—today, this formation shall be where you lose your head!" His voice shook the cosmos, every word striking the ground like gold and stone, secretly carrying the Jade Pure Demon-Subduing True Sound. Righteous qi surged vast and mighty, like great bells and mighty chimes cleansing the eight desolations.
Dark Cloud Immortal's expression changed sharply. With a backhand motion, he drew his immortal sword, and with a flash of cold light, slashed straight down! Chijingzi swiftly raised his sword to block. With a sharp CLANG, sparks burst forth, and the two