Qingyao Mountain.
Yuyuan.
A crimson tide surged, and the breath of the wilderness filled heaven and earth.
The blood moon hung high in the sky, now scarcely different from a full moon.
Towering Totem Pillars stood like Heavenly Pillars, their totemic radiance blazing brightly; more than half had already lit up.
Above, dark clouds roiled like ink, and purple-green thunder gathered in a vast expanse, spreading wildly like an ocean. It had descended another stretch and was already within arm's reach of Xun Mu.
The enormous pupil spanning the sky looked down upon the entire Primordial Relic without a trace of emotion. It was nearly fully open.
Thud, thud, thud...
Amid the swirling dust, figures of all sizes gathered in a circle, their robes and sashes fluttering, their armor clanking. In garb and bearing utterly at odds with one another, they danced in a great ring.
They stamped their feet, bent at the waist, waved their hands, and tossed their heads... Their movements grew faster and more bizarre, while the dancers' expressions became increasingly frenzied and their gazes increasingly unfocused.
Pei Ling maintained his immortal appearance and stood motionless, leaning on his blade. He had once again invoked the Wooden Man law.
That immortal was weaker than he had imagined.
If things continued like this, his opponent surely wouldn't be able to hold out.
So he could only invoke the Wooden Man law again, resisting Xun Mu's Totem Dance alongside his opponent.
The longer this dragged on, the more it favored him!
At that moment, a vast swathe of ancient, weathered totems lit up on Xun Mu once more!
"Once it entered Ming Heng, its color was deep and dark."
"With wings drooping, it parted the clouds, then bore the blue sky."
An ancient ballad rang through heaven and earth.