As this aura spread, an overwhelming sense of terror crept into Haotian and Subhuti's hearts.
What was going on?
By the time they reacted, Lord Laozi, who had only just been struggling to hold on, no longer looked strained in the slightest.
The wind howled past, sweeping up layers upon layers of clouds and mist.
It also stirred the air around them.
Yet within three feet of Lord Laozi, all was calm. The raging wind seemed to automatically curve around this place.
At that moment, a majestic aura erupted from Lord Laozi.
Countless streams of Colored Glaze cascaded from his body, while streaks of purple mist flew in from the eastern horizon.
One after another, strand after strand, the purple mist flew over and rapidly condensed.
Before long, a mass of swirling purple qi formed beneath Lord Laozi's feet.
Lord Laozi's aura finally stabilized at that moment.
Immediately afterward, brahma sounds seemed to arise from the horizon, accompanied by the cries of phoenixes and the roars of dragons ringing beside their ears.
Countless flower petals suddenly fell from the sky, and golden lotuses bloomed one after another.
Subhuti and Haotian stared at Lord Laozi in horror, their scalps tingling as though they had seen a ghost.
They were incomparably familiar with the aura emanating from him at that moment.
It was precisely the aura of a Heavenly Dao Saint.
Subhuti seemed to have suddenly thought of something. His expression turned ugly as he said, "One Qi Transforms into Three Purities?!"
Lord Laozi smiled faintly without denying it. "Did you really think This Daoist only had those few tricks from before?"
"Haotian, if This Daoist had not deliberately shown weakness, how could I have lured you out?"
"And you, Subhuti. Since you have appeared, for the stability of the Earth Immortal