The sky was bright.
The crimson-gold water screen stretching across the Nine Heavens lit up again amid countless gazes and whispers.
[Time began flowing again. A young Witch Soldier, bloodshot with fury, failed to hold back his strength, and his stone spear stabbed into the upturned backside of the Demon Soldier in front of him. The Demon Soldier sprang into the air, clutching his bleeding butt as he spun in place. Their eyes met. The air fell silent for a moment, and they both yelped. They returned to their respective formations, one dragging a lame leg and the other clutching his backside.]
The absurd standoff on the Light Curtain scattered some of the heaviness from before.
Taiyi couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing, spraying the melon seeds in his hand everywhere.
Hahahaha! I recorded it! I could laugh at this scene for an entire Tribulation!
Still laughing, he reached for his Image Stone with smooth, practiced movements.
Whenever I'm unhappy in the future, I'll play this scene. I guarantee I'll laugh away every worry!
If I ever get into an argument with someone, I'll flash this before their formation. How could those people still have the heart to fight? They'd laugh so hard they couldn't even hold their weapons!"
Yun Zhongzi, who had been craning his neck to watch for ages, twitched at the corner of his mouth. He nearly failed to maintain the calm expression on his face.
"Your method is far too underhanded. Only you could come up with such a crooked idea!
What if you really angered the other side into having a fit?"
Nezha leaned over to look at the Image Stone in his Master's hand, his eyes following the Spiritual Light flowing across it without blinking.
Master, you recorded it? Carve