Daoist Chen Guang let out a soft sigh, his tone gentle yet frank: "Fellow Daoist, setting up this Golden Light Formation was not something I wished to disturb you over. It is only because the calamity has pressed down upon me, leaving me nowhere to hide. I have no choice but to break the formation to survive. I hope you can forgive me."
"Please."
Golden Light Holy Mother nodded and turned to enter the formation.
Chen Guang quietly glanced back and caught the fleeting, sinister chill in Dipamkara Buddha Daoist's eyes. His heart suddenly cleared—those words, How could I refuse?, had likely struck this man's sore spot. He silently lowered his brows and made up his mind: once the formation was broken, he would leave at once and not linger. If he stayed even a moment longer, there was no telling whether this Vice Sect Master would set an even more vicious trap and drag him alive into certain death.
Upon entering the Golden Light Formation, he saw mirrors lining all four walls. Sunlight streamed through the gaps, repeatedly refracted by the hundred-odd mirrors, filling his vision with wavering streams of light that stabbed the eyes and dazzled the mind.
His steps slowed slightly. His aura sank, his gaze sharp as a blade, and he advanced cautiously, daring not to relax in the slightest.
The Golden Light Formation seized the essence of the sun and moon and gathered the soul of heaven and earth. Twenty-one towering bronze pillars stood within it, with a treasure mirror suspended upside down from the top of each. If a human or immortal accidentally entered the formation, all it took was a tug on the ropes for the mirrors to flip over. Thunder would erupt, the mirrors would spin rapidly once or twice, and ten