"Tai Chi Diagram."
The Pride Devil Master's eyes suddenly blazed. Greed, possessiveness, wild delight—all manner of emotions flashed through them, only to be crushed to pieces by towering killing intent.
A freezing baleful qi exploded from within him.
Snow actually began to drift through the Eight Views Palace out of nowhere—flakes fell from the void in utter silence, their chill biting to the bone. The temperature in the palace plummeted, and even the air seemed frozen into frost.
Cultivators aligned themselves with the Dao; Saints aligned themselves with the Heavenly Dao.
Every word and gesture tugged at the laws; every breath resonated with heaven and earth.
Wherever the baleful qi reached, the four seasons fell into chaos and yin and yang lost their order. A moment ago, the Eight Views Palace had still been wreathed in auspicious clouds and faint immortal music. In the blink of an eye, ice prisms hung from its eaves, snow blanketed its jade steps, and it had become an icy wilderness.
The Pride Devil Master opened his mouth and spat out a round demonic pearl. Its eerie light was deep and heavy, its demonic aura surging to the heavens.
The instant the pearl appeared, the space within the Eight Views Palace nearly warped. Pure demonic qi, like ink poured into water, swiftly seeped through every corner. The palace, once pure and sacred, tranquil and wreathed in immortal qi, was suddenly filled with the wailing of yin winds and layers upon layers of ghostly shadows. It resembled a netherworld hall, with all the horrors of hell arrayed before it—utterly unlike its former appearance, as though they belonged to two separate worlds.
Laozi's long brows slightly furrowed, his face turning cold as deep disgust showed in his expression. He lightly waved the Dao Virtue whisk in his