Mu Chen pinched the Immortal Page between his fingers and poured in a surging tide of spiritual energy.
On the surface of the black paper, a Mandala God Flower slowly took shape, its coloring dark and shadowy.
Its petals were covered in obscure, profound dark-gold patterns that rippled with an ancient aura.
"Immortal Record, seal it for me!"
Clutching the Heavenly Emperor's Legacy, Mu Chen's eyes flashed with a ruthless glint as he abruptly struck out.
A low hum rang out as the Mandala God Flower quietly bloomed.
A gigantic purple-gold net, like a mysterious cage, spread from Mu Chen's palm and relentlessly enveloped the ancient demon pillar.
The Great Sumeru Pillar shook violently, bloodlight surged to the heavens, and a pungent stench of blood wafted from it.
Yet beneath the mysterious Spirit Array conjured by the Mandala God Flower, it was forced back step by step.
Like a flying insect caught in a spider's web, it struggled in vain as the dense purple-gold net bound it tighter and tighter, until it was completely trapped in Mu Chen's "clutches" and fell still.
The ancient weapon of slaughter had gone dark and dull, no longer bearing its former bloodthirsty menace.
At the same time, the vision of mountains of corpses and seas of blood before Mu Chen's eyes faded away.
With a rumble, the ancient demon pillar, several hundred zhang tall, rose from the ground, turned into a streak of dark light, and plunged into his body, where the Futu Ancient Pagoda suppressed it at the base of the tower.
Mu Chen stood in the empty black basin, lost in thought.
The Great Sumeru Pillar bore the imprint left by a powerful figure from the Dragon Demon Palace.
It also reeked of blood, left behind after refining the essence and blood