From the Outside World, the cultivator appeared to be sitting cross-legged in place, black smoke pouring from his body. His eyes had rolled back, and he shrieked hoarsely, his expression twisted beyond recognition, as though enduring countless torturous tribulations. Ancestor Minghe stood atop the platform, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth as he softly chanted the obscure True Words of the Great Dao. The Asura Treasure Banner whipped wildly in the wind.
In an instant, all the cultivators trapped in the illusion began convulsing in unison. Their bodies trembled violently, blood streamed from their seven orifices, and their vital force was extinguished. Wisps of gray-white souls drifted from their heavenly spirits and were sucked into the Asura Treasure Banner like moths flying into flames, becoming yet another green-faced, fanged demon visage upon the banner.
A thousand dreams of spring nights, joy without end—only then do you learn that beauty is but a skeleton;
Climbing Heaven to seize the moon, believing oneself an immortal, only to fall into Abi in the blink of an eye.
The Asura Treasure Banner billowed in the wind. Ghostly shadows filled its black surface, with countless demons baring their fangs and clawing wildly, their resentment soaring into the heavens. Upon its pink surface appeared thousands upon thousands of stunning women, lying or leaning in alluring poses, their breasts half exposed, their seductive beauty seemingly innate. Pink mist curled outward in wisps, winding through the void and ensnaring the soul.
Faced with such a sight, anyone who looked for even a moment would feel their soul sway. All the Grand Unity Golden Immortals present lost control. Their minds collapsed, and their primordial spirits slowly left their bodies against their will, drifting toward the depths of the demonic banner. They became controlled living souls,