As the Zhuxian Sword Formation settled into place, Tongtian Sect Master recited a hymn of praise, rode the Kui Ox across space, and appeared on the battlefield of Luoyi:
"Neither copper, nor iron, nor steel, it once lay hidden beneath Mount Sumeru.
Without Yin Yang reversal to temper it, could water and fire not still hone its edge?
Zhuxian is sharp, Luxian brings death, Xianxian raises red light on all sides;
Juexian's transformations are endlessly wondrous, staining the robes of Great Luo immortals with blood."
The Jie Sect disciples all emerged from the Ten Thousand Immortals Array and bowed in midair:
"Disciples greet the Sect Master!"
At the same time, Yuqing immortal qi spread through the sky, checking the killing aura of the Zhuxian Sword Formation.
Purple qi came from the east, heavenly flowers fell in profusion, and golden lotuses sprang from the earth.
Nine dragons gave long cries, their voices shaking the nine heavens, as Yuanshi Tianzun rode the Nine-Dragon Agarwood Carriage slowly toward them.
The carriage was drawn by nine Five-clawed Golden Dragons, with canopies and strings of jewels; the Yuqing immortal light was clear and cold, washing away the killing aura.
Blue light shimmered, and Dao Rhyme flowed naturally.
A slab-horned Green Ox trod the clouds forward. On its back, Laozi wore a Yin Yang daoist robe, his expression serene, seeming asleep yet not asleep, awake yet not awake.
A phoenix cry, clear and melodious, rang out, piercing gold and splitting stone.
The Phoenix Clan Leader, Jin Ning, spread wings that covered the sky, unfurling magnificent feathers. Nanming Lihuo burned around him, trailing a gorgeous track of firelight.
Nüwa stood upon his back, wearing palace robes and a rosy-cloud cape, her whole body exuding the vitality of creation.
Far in the west, Buddhist chants rang out in