The three runes were pale white, their patterns intricate. As they floated, they suddenly transformed into three enormous, pristine double-petaled flowers, delicate and exquisite, as if carved from flawless jade. One moment they were flowers, the next runes, shifting endlessly.
They seemed to hold no trace of power, simply blooming quietly in the void.
The Sect Master approached one of the runes, which was threaded with strands of gold. When it transformed into a flower with golden stamens and white petals, he immediately formed a string of complicated Magic Seals.
The rune instantly turned into a streak of light and plunged into his brow.
At the same time, the enormous flower with golden stamens and white petals burst into bloom behind the Sect Master, then vanished in a flash. A pattern exactly like it, no bigger than a fingernail, appeared on his brow, like a flower-shaped ornament.
The Sect Master immediately felt that half his fate had vanished!
He glanced at the two remaining runes and sighed softly.
With his current cultivation, he could bear only one rune at most. If he forced himself to bear a second, he would die before the decisive battle with Pei Ling even began!
The Sect Master's crimson sleeves stirred as he formed a Magic Seal, and his figure instantly disappeared from the waters and sky.
The Sect Master reappeared atop the mountain at the summit of the Cloud-Entering Glacier.
Without hesitation, he went to push open the large door on the left...
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At the same time, in a desolate wilderness within Suzhen Heaven, there was not a soul for thousands of miles.
A massive flying vessel hovered in the sky. Countless ghosts fell silent, no longer clamoring as they were etched into the vessel's hull.
Top deck of the flying vessel, cabin.