At the entrance to the cultivation chamber, Zhunti took a deep breath, gathered the power of a Heavenly Dao Saint throughout his body, and cast a powerful sealing spell, tightly sealing off the entire chamber.
Only then did he enter, sit cross-legged, and close his eyes. He began circulating his cultivation technique with all his might, slowly repairing his damaged origin.
Meanwhile, seeing that Zhunti had entered seclusion, Jieyin knew it would be unwise to disturb him. He turned and left, setting aside his own cultivation to devote himself wholeheartedly to handling the Western Sect's many affairs.
Jieyin had only just settled into his seat, before his bottom had even fully touched the chair, when he suddenly sensed an immense force bearing down on Mount Sumeru like an avalanche!
Its power was so great that it seemed capable of tearing apart the sky and shattering the earth. Jieyin was horrified and didn't dare delay for an instant. He hurriedly mustered his profound Magic Power, trying to withstand the terrifying blow.
But to his despair, the power he managed to summon was as tiny and feeble as a drop in the ocean compared to the oncoming force.
With a tremendous crash, Jieyin was struck as if by a heavy blow and flung backward. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
His face was as pale as paper, and terror filled his heart. Jieyin realized at once that anyone with such fearsome power, who would attack Mount Sumeru, could only be the renowned Human Dao Spokesperson, Nuwa.
And she had almost certainly done this because she had learned of Zhunti's earlier scheme.
Without even wiping the blood from his lips, Jieyin cried out in desperation, "Empress Nuwa, please forgive us! Zhunti has already paid a heavy price for his mistake. Please be