This great lake, the stone steles by its shore, and the old trees all emitted faint sounds in that instant.
The wind swept past, stirring the old trees' newly grown branches into a mournful hum.
It was also like wolf-hair brushes scraping across yellow paper, raising waves of frictional noise.
Countless lines crisscrossed in the wind, emitting a buzzing sound like bowstrings pulled taut...
Immediately afterward, a fish leaped from the lake and spat out strings of bubbles, staring in astonishment at the light gate that had been chopped to pieces by countless lines.
I'm still here. How can you leave?
Wang Xian sheathed his demonic sword, as if closing this gate that had just opened.
Even if the demoness had hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of sharp, bristling tentacles, she could not gather this vanished gate back together.
In the wind, the Peace Talisman drifted down slowly like a heavenly net.
The lines dancing in the wind shifted slightly.
In an instant, countless sharp auras appeared, enveloping the demoness before dragging her toward the depths of the mist-shrouded, rippling lake.
The departing light gate vanished.
Countless fine sword scars appeared across the demoness's body. They were not fatal, but they left her utterly unable to break free.
Wang Xian gazed at the female demon immortal sinking gradually into the lake from the sky.
He waved his sleeve and said, "I want to keep you here."
He did not say, "I want to kill you." He said that he wanted to keep her here.
He seemed extremely careful, even somewhat cautious and a little cold.
It was like a youth who had accidentally shattered a jade vase, then, in the blink of an eye, waved his hand to make time flow backward and return to the instant before it