Amid the laughter, Lan Jiufeng suddenly opened his eyes.
Yu Lian suddenly felt that, in this context, the idea of eyes flashing like lightning or gleaming like swords would seem utterly ordinary.
He thought that what burst from his master's eyes was clearly an immense Daoist aura, embracing the myriad stars and turning the cycles of creation, flourishing, and decay!
"Disciple, watch closely! I'll demonstrate it only once! This is my 'Sword of the Grotto-Heaven'! Sword, come!" He laughed heartily. Though he was wearing a floral shirt and beach shorts, he somehow carried the air of a Daoist robe fluttering in a wind that wasn't there.
"Whoa! A mime act!" Yu Lian couldn't help giving him a thumbs-up.
Unfortunately, the uncle-master nestled in his master's hands didn't move at all. Only a faint glimmer of light drifted across the ancient wooden scabbard. For some reason, Yu Lian thought he heard his uncle-master snicker.
His master coughed as if nothing had happened, raised his hands as though holding something invisible, and struck a pose of gathering his essence and focusing his mind. Then he tried a different command: "Island, come!"
In an instant, the "Domain of Strife," wrapped in that vast, dark-red canopy, began to tremble violently, as if this entire world had fallen into an earth-shattering earthquake.
The quake was so fierce that even the "young emperors" converging on him could barely keep their footing.
Yu Lian, however, managed to stay upright. He'd prepared in advance, sinking his legs into the earth as if they were tree roots.
Then, beyond the domain, outside the ceaselessly churning dark-red canopy, the outline of mountain peaks gathered together began to emerge.
The ominous dark-red canopy was being peeled apart, as if a divine sword were cleaving the sea. It rolled back on both