Within the hazy azure God-Sealing Spirit Mist.
The cold-faced Old Daoist Cheng Buzheng stood quietly within the world of azure mist.
After accomplishing its task with a single strike, Little Roar had long since been returned to the Spirit Beast Bag.
There was no longer any need for its assistance!
He alone was enough!
Within the hazy azure world.
Before the quietly standing cold-faced Old Daoist, nine purple little flags hovered steadily in midair.
His hands continuously formed Seal Techniques.
As the Seal Techniques shifted, the nine purple little flags echoed one another from afar, pulsing in rhythm with the techniques as they faintly emitted Spirit Light!
And that was not all!
Even the purple Flood Dragons in differing poses upon the flag surfaces became more lifelike, as though they might burst free of the flags at any moment!
At that very moment!
A beam of mysterious light tore through the hazy azure world.
The azure mist churned!
Like receding tides, it retreated and dispersed!
That vast force of dispersal gradually spread, reaching ever farther!
Before long, it seemed, it would cleanse away the dense azure spirit mist.
Judging from its location, the source of this upheaval lay to the south—the work of Song Bao, proprietor of One Origin Pavilion.
Immediately afterward.
The two people in the east and west seemed to have discovered this crucial point as well!
Two beams of mysterious light erupted amid the dense azure mist.
As their mighty power continuously spread, it seemed to gnaw away at the dense azure God-Sealing Spirit Mist around them!
With the power of mysterious light erupting in three places, it seemed the spirit mist released by the God-Sealing Spirit Mist Talisman would soon be purified completely.
Replenishing!
Purifying!
Repeated over and over!
The density of the God-Sealing Spirit