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 grievous his injuries and the shorter his lifespan, the greater its power!
At the brink of death, it could rival an immortal art!
Unlike the six battles before this, he was now facing a sect patriarch!
He had to prepare from the outset to suffer serious injuries. Otherwise, what if the slightest slip meant his opponent killed him on the spot?
At the same time, the Five Plagues Patriarch stood with his hands behind his back, motionless. Five-colored smoke suddenly drifted from his body, like miasma and pestilence, billowing through the air, dazzling yet uncanny.
The Patriarch spoke in a low, indifferent voice. "[Pure Land]."
The instant his words fell, heaven and earth changed dramatically. Endless yellow sand, carrying waves of scorching heat, rushed toward Pei Ling. He took a closer look and saw that the surroundings had become completely unrecognizable. He stood alone in a vast desert, surrounded by high and low dunes stretching as far as the eye could see. Sparse clumps of grass struggled to take root in the gravel, their stalks and leaves blanketed beneath layers of dust until they were almost the same color as the desert.
The blazing sun hung overhead, scattering its scorching rays. Sand whirled in every direction, filling heaven and earth.
Jushuang City, the spectators from the eight sects, and the Five Plagues Patriarch had all vanished!
His aura had plummeted, too. His cultivation, which had just reached the peak of the Dao Integration Late Stage, instantly dropped to the Dao Integration Mid Stage!
Pei Ling was startled. Was this like his [Eternal Curse Divine