Lamplight glimmered against lamplight, and the straw figure was bathed in yellow. An eerie, faintly uncanny air hung over the whole scene.
Sensing Han Guang's arrival, the short Daoist in a bright red robe smiled faintly and said:
"Everything is ready. We're just waiting for the east wind."
Han Guang looked perfectly at ease as he replied with a smile, "Thank you for your trouble, Dao Lord."
The short Daoist was none other than Lu Ya. The arrangement before him was one of his two legendary techniques from antiquity: the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book!
From beyond countless kalpas, it could curse an enemy to death without leaving a trace!
Long ago, True Lord Xuan Tan Zhao Gongming, a disciple of Lingbao Tianzun, had died by this very method.
Rumble!
Dark clouds blotted out Changle. Cyan lightning branched like a tree and crashed down, instantly scorching every tree in Prince Jin's Mansion and setting them ablaze. The formation reacted at once.
Hu Dou jumped in fright and was about to investigate when he saw bright yellow light erupting from the quiet chamber where his prince was cultivating in seclusion, spreading outward in waves like an endless ocean.
At the same time, Changle shimmered with light. The accumulated wishes of the people coalesced into golden dragons, one after another. They swam through the bright yellow sea toward the mansion, like ten thousand dragons bearing a pearl—a magnificent and imposing sight.
Hu Dou stared in stunned silence, with only one thought in his mind: Why had the prince suddenly decided to attempt a breakthrough?
Hadn't he been held back, unable to move forward, because his inner knot remained unresolved and he was still searching for his path?
Rumble!
The cyan lightning high above, where demons seemed to dance in wild abandon,