"It was still better than you. One of the four Wolf Venerables of the Howling Moon Wolf Clan, reduced to the Illusory Mist Marsh—you're a phoenix that's lost its feathers, worse off than a chicken. That's your situation now." The Primordial Sword Demon shot back.
As the Primordial Spirit within the wolf-hair and the Primordial Sword Demon wounded one another, the aura emanating from the Void Sky Cauldron slowly rising out of the chaos grew increasingly strange. Even with the Primordial Sword Demon's formidable Primordial Spirit, the Void Sky Cauldron seemed impossibly far away, yet he vaguely felt that it was nearly omnipresent. Even to him, it was a profound sensation he had never experienced before.
At that moment, within the Cloudglow Immortal Sect's immortal stronghold, several thousand people—including immortals and cultivators—were either cultivating, inspecting the stronghold's formations, or treating their injuries, each busy with their own affairs. Occasionally, someone would glance at the Demon-Suppressing Tower and suddenly feel that its formerly solid tower body had grown indistinct, sometimes far and sometimes near, like a mirage.
Immediately afterward, the tower split into two, then two into four, repeating again and again. Before anyone realized it, the entire perimeter of the immortal stronghold was surrounded by towers of varying heights, their forms illuminated by Buddha light. Beneath the towers, figures of dark cyan flames either sat with their palms pressed together or formed Buddhist hand seals, each in a different posture. Above the void, an enormous Primordial Unity Taiji pattern churned all the mist in the sky, forming a unique spectacle.
If anyone could see what was happening inside the towers, they would certainly be astonished. At that moment, every Demon-Suppressing Tower contained a Futu dharma form: the Demon-Annihilating Mantra, the Vajra Seal, the Black Heaven Supreme Saint, and the Battle