As soon as the words fell, Vast Xun Mu swayed faintly. Across its vast canopy, broad as a world, every coffin began to open!
At that moment, the Five Patriarchs of the Chongming Sect raised their hands together and cast a chilling Magic Seal.
A wisp of pale gold, like smoke and mist, surged upward with a roar, centered on the five of them!
Like a flood dragon ascending to heaven, like a crane soaring into the clouds, the moment the pale golden mist appeared, it illuminated the entire sky. Everything was gilded with a layer of gold dust.
The pale gold spread across the heavens, faintly sketching the blurred outline of a coffin.
From the depths of the unseen, an intangible pressure—ethereal yet majestic and immense—descended in a mighty torrent, filling heaven and earth.
Every coffin atop Xun Mu stopped opening at once.
This was an immortal art: Golden Coffin Buries the World!
It was perfectly suited to counter the Xun Mu as it was now!
Fu Chong had passed down this immortal art for a reason!
On a branch of Xun Mu, Changyou pinned back his four ears. His icy eyes held no emotion as he sprang into the air and leaped down from the tree. While still midair, he hurled a punch at them from afar.
The punch's wind was fierce and vast, carrying a towering killing intent. Before it even reached them, it shook the whole earth. Dust billowed, sand and stones flew—like mountains, like peaks, like colossal blades!
The terrifying pressure struck directly at their Dao Hearts.
The four Patriarchs—Xīng Hèn, Yīng Níng, Liao Hui, and Huai Bu—reached out together and seized at the empty air.
The surging force of the punch instantly split into four streams, which the four of them caught.
The pressure