Not to mention Ye Tian on the plaza below—even the towering Dian Jiao Peak seemed frail and pitiful before this overwhelming commotion.
At that moment, Tao Ze flew out and landed before Ye Tian.
He pressed his palms together and formed a hand seal.
An ethereal aura spread from within his body and surged into Dian Jiao Peak behind him.
The next moment, an aura even more powerful than Daoist Zi Xiao's in the sky awakened from within Dian Jiao Peak.
That aura carried the flavor of ancient vicissitudes. It did not seem to possess fierce aggression.
Yet it was powerful.
Purely powerful.
And as time passed, it continued to grow without cease.
If this aura's strength were measured by a cultivator's realm, it had effortlessly surpassed the True Immortal Realm and reached beyond the Heavenly Immortal level.
Beneath the aggressive thunderbolts filling the sky, Dian Jiao Peak, which had seemed to tremble moments ago, completely came alive.
Like an ancient cultivator who had slept for countless years, it gently opened its eyes.
Its gaze seemed almost tangible. Wherever it fell, the sky around the mountain silently solidified.
In the eyes of everyone present, countless milky-white specks of light began floating out from the mountain.
From the bluestone mountain path, from the archway, from the plaza ruined by battle.
From every scripture repository, from the rocks, from the flowers, grass, and trees of Dian Jiao Peak.
These points of light, flowing with gentle radiance, drifted out and made the entire Dian Jiao Peak seem to burst with brilliant light.
Then, they condensed into a thin barrier around the outer perimeter.
Daoist Zi Xiao, the dark sky he had summoned, and the dazzling arcs of lightning were all blocked outside.
This was the power of the formations on every mountain within