"Could he be the direct disciple of some Hidden Great Power?" Purple Emperor's heart trembled slightly, but he immediately suppressed his doubts. The Investiture of Gods calamity had arrived, and anyone seeking to sever the Three Corpses—whether a direct disciple of one of the Four Teachings or an unaffiliated cultivator—had already become trapped in the calamity with nowhere to hide.
Tian Yi stood motionless at the center of the gale. With a sweep of his sleeve, a Scroll Painting unfurled with a rustle. Within it, a sea of clouds churned, rugged mountains rose, and stars filled the sky. Three hundred and sixty-five Main Stars shone brilliantly, overflowing with spiritual radiance. It was astonishingly an Innate Spiritual Treasure!
The Scroll Painting stretched across the space before him. When the Nine Heavens Gale struck its surface, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, vanishing completely without a trace.
Purple Emperor's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart shook. "Could it be the Mountain River Society and Country Diagram?" He immediately rejected the thought. Though this painting resembled it in form, it lacked the marvel of creating its own heaven and earth. Ultimately, it was a level inferior.
Tian Yi suddenly threw back his head and laughed. The azure blade at his waist sprang from its sheath with a ringing clang, sword qi crisscrossing like woven threads. It densely formed a colossal net that swallowed the sky and descended over Purple Emperor's head.
In an instant, smoke and mist surged, fog churned, white waves towered into the sky, and the winds and clouds changed color.
"No matter how sharp your sword qi is, it's still nothing more than a lowly trick." Purple Emperor sneered, his eyes gleaming coldly like blades. He lightly waved the Su Yun Fan in his hand, and two