Immortal light illuminated the waters of Yellow Springs, draping Shi Lan in a golden battle veil. She had shed every disguise. Her black hair fell over her shoulders, and she seemed a war goddess descended from heaven. The Sacred Demon Eyes swirled between her brows, veined with profound Dao seals.
Shi Lan raised her hand, pointing the Crimson Crow War Halberd at the World-Honored One's brow. Her blazing blood qi flared like fire, coiling around the halberd's shaft. She had no idea how powerful the figure before her was, but he was at least stronger than Lingyun.
Even so, she refused to lie down and await death. This was the first time she had faced such a powerful being. Before her, it was as if an entire cosmos stretched without end. His aura was so vast it seemed boundless; with a sweep of his hand, he could pierce spacetime, stir Samsara, and sweep across the universe.
"Immortal Art..."
Gazing at the vortex behind Shi Lan, the World-Honored One showed little reaction. He murmured, "There are no immortals in this age, and the river of time has been severed. This place is Yellow Springs. Even if your true body came in person, how much of your power could you bring to bear?"
There was not a trace of arrogance in his words, only calm indifference. Then he slowly took a step forward.
Bang!
The vortex that had yet to fully manifest shattered. In an instant, the world before Shi Lan turned upside down. An overwhelming instinctive dread surged within her, nearly extinguishing her will to strike in the blink of an eye. Her Dao fruit silently began to unravel. Time flowed backward through her body, and her cultivation rapidly receded.
The moment his words fell, the World-Honored One had already made