Pei Ling immediately formed an ancient, unadorned magic seal. His aura surged violently, and in an instant, he reached the peak of the Dao Integration Late Stage!
This was [End of Dao Tilting Immortal]!
The more severe his injuries and the less lifespan he had, the greater its might!
At the brink of death, it could rival an immortal art!
Unlike the six battles before this, the opponent he faced now was a sect patriarch!
He had to prepare to suffer grievous injuries from the very start. Otherwise, if he was even slightly careless, what if the other party killed him in one blow?
At the same time, the Patriarch of the Five Plagues stood with his hands behind his back, perfectly still. Yet five-colored smoke abruptly drifted from around him, like miasma and pestilence, shrouding the sky in a haze. Its beauty was threaded with the uncanny.
The Patriarch's voice was low and indifferent. "[Pure Land]."
The instant his words fell, heaven and earth transformed. Boundless Yellow Sand, carrying a wave of scorching heat, surged toward Pei Ling. He took a closer look and saw that everything around him had changed beyond recognition. He stood alone in a vast desert, surrounded by dunes of every height stretching as far as the eye could see. Sparse clumps of hardy grass struggled to take root among the grains, their stems and leaves layered with dust until they were almost the same color as the desert.
The blazing sun hung overhead, scattering its scorching rays. Sand and dust swirled from every direction, filling the world.
Jushuang City, the spectators from the eight sects, and the Patriarch of the Five Plagues had all vanished!
His aura plunged as well. His cultivation, which had just reached the peak of the Dao Integration Late Stage,