The wind stirred the trees; from a single falling leaf, one could know that autumn had come to all beneath the heavens. The tension that ordinary people could not sense, yet filled the air, vanished in an instant. All traces of the fighting disappeared. Only the history of the Joyful Bodhisattva's lineage had been greatly shortened, and it had become the sworn enemy of the Joyful Buddha's lineage.
The Great Creation Divine Power Users, regardless of status or allegiance, all sighed inwardly. At moments like this, they felt all the more keenly what the Sea of Suffering was.
Tan Ping, Xia Xiu, and the others, still unaware of what had happened, had already joined the Great Zhou camp. Assigned to the vanguard, they formed one part of a battle formation and worked together to attack Yanling Island, the gateway to Sanxiao Island.
Lightning flashed like spears, and waves rose like peaks. The water all around surged until it stood level with the island's highest summit. Had countless streaks of flowing fire not seared the deep blue sea and boiled off its vapor, this place would already have become a vast marsh, a scene from the ocean floor.
Wooooo!
The horn sounded, and gongs rang to call the troops back. The great formation, which gathered many overseas immortals and Outer Scenery Experts, returned empty-handed, unable to overcome the layers of restrictions protecting Yanling Island.
"The 'Mysterious Fire Prison Sea' truly lives up to its reputation. It actually stopped so many immortals and gods." Xia Xiu drew in vital energy to recover her strength, marveling at what they had just faced.
Yanling Island's "Mysterious Fire Prison Sea" was considered one of the finest formations at the Dharma Body level. She had never experienced it before, but now she had seen it for