Guang Chengzi's sword-shaped brows drew tightly together as he said in a low voice, "Back then, when the Twelve Ancestral Witches cast their spell, I could still discern the aura of witchcraft within it. But this divine ability now resembles Daoist arts in form, yet contains not the slightest trace of spiritual purity. Instead, it seems like a living creature breathing and swallowing. It's bizarrely sinister!"
Daoist Duobao took a step forward. His voice was low, yet every word rang like a bell. "Everyone, do not let your guard down! This aura is no benevolent thing. You must focus and remain vigilant!"
This time, no one mocked him, and no one argued. Everyone knew that his words were true. In an instant, immortal energy surged like a tide, pouring into the Tai Chi Diagram. Its patterns regained their splendor, golden light and silver radiance mingling brilliantly as they steadily propped up a canopy of heaven.
Everyone held their breath and looked up. The multicolored clouds slowly contracted, their aura drawing inward as they hung motionless in the Ninth Heaven, like a slumbering giant beast quietly gathering strength...
Could it be—another bolt of lightning? Every immortal's heart tightened at the same moment.
Sure enough! The clouds suddenly sank, and a crimson heavenly thunderbolt tore through the sky. Within its lightning surged a mighty Righteous Qi, blazing like the sun! The instant it struck the Tai Chi Diagram, a series of muffled pops rang out. Among the disciples of the Chan and Jie Sects, people staggered backward one after another, blood seeping from the corners of their lips, their knuckles turning white, their bodies trembling like withered branches in the wind!
Guang Chengzi and Daoist Duobao's gazes collided, both their eyes filled with raging waves of shock. The might of this thunderbolt