The Water Qilin's massive head jerked slightly, and a complicated look flashed through his eyes. But the water column had already been unleashed. It was too late to stop it.
Just as the water column came within thirty feet of the disciples, a Taiji Yin-Yang Diagram several yards across appeared out of thin air.
It hung steady beneath the water column.
The disciples felt the wind die and the waves settle. All the pressure vanished at once.
With a thunderous crash, the water column struck the diagram. The very air shook. The diagram dipped slightly, then began to turn.
As it revolved in that mysterious way, the devastating water column seemed to sink into a bottomless sea, unable to advance another inch.
A moment later, the raging torrent was like a child brought to heel.
It obediently followed the diagram back into the Jade Water Pool.
Silence fell over heaven and earth, as though the earthshaking upheaval had never happened.
A figure in a dark robe suddenly appeared before the disciples, floating in midair with his sleeves billowing.
His loose white Daoist robe snapped in the wind, and a faint immortal aura surrounded him. He looked like an immortal banished from the nine heavens to the mortal world.
The disciples behind him stared, their eyes blazing with awe and fervor beyond words.
His presence steadied them at once, sweeping away every trace of fear.
The disciples recognized him instantly, and the same thought struck them all.
Only the sect leader could have saved them from such a desperate situation!
"Greetings, Sect Leader!"
More than sixty disciples bowed together, their voices loud and respectful.
"Mm."
Gu Hui answered softly without looking back, but a chill ran through him.
If he had arrived a moment later, the Qingyun Sect would have lost