The song had not yet ended when the figure had already turned into a streak of azure shadow, drifting gracefully into the diagram.
Suddenly, the void exploded with a sound like heavenly drums. That pitch-black rift flew open, shaped like a giant mouth, bottomless in its depths. In an instant, a figure in green stepped out through the rift. His plain blue robe was immaculate, and a three-foot Green Duckweed sword lay across his back. Three wisps of long beard beneath his chin fluttered gently in the wind, while his sleeves billowed like outspread crane wings. Before his feet even touched down, immortal aura already filled the air. Truly, he stood apart from the dust of the world—a bearing seldom found beneath heaven.
Sect Master Tongtian smiled warmly, his gaze clear as he looked toward the Empress amid the clouds. Slowly, he said, "Empress, this round, I was fortunate enough to gain the upper hand. Empress..."
Before he could finish, Empress Nuwa raised a hand to cut him off. "It was only natural for you to break the formation. I simply had not expected that you would use the Great Divine Power of 'Entering the Realm of Form,' freezing space and time for an instant and striking directly at the core of the Mountain River Society and Country Diagram's Spiritual Connection. I am convinced. Let this karma be settled at once."
After speaking, her jade finger tapped lightly, and Chan Master Wuchao's four limbs severed at once!
"Ugh!" Before his muffled groan had faded, the Chan Master's face turned white as paper. Cold sweat poured down him, only to be scorched into blue smoke by the Solar True Fire erupting from within his body, leaving not the slightest trace behind.
"Are you satisfied now?" the Empress asked evenly, without joy