The azure wheel of light that appeared from Yu Ci's sleeve was, for the moment, seen only by the leader of the Heavy Artifact Sect.
Yet at the same time, at the source of the Boundary River—utterly disfigured by the erosion of Blood Prison Ghost Manor—another bright moon rose into the air, one that no one could possibly ignore. Its disk shone like a silver plate, its halo faintly spreading as it dimmed the stars in the night sky. The chaotic heavens and earth were washed through by that clear radiance, and much of their dark crimson hue faded away.
The Great Brahma Demon King was truly startled.
If time were wound back, it had actually held victory in the palm of its hand.
The Heavy Artifact Sect's leader had forced Yu Ci to raise the Xuan Huang Killing Sword. No matter the outcome, the Black Magic Altar had absorbed sufficient nourishment and, taking advantage of the momentum, converted it into power to blast through the barrier between the two worlds. As the blood tide battered the heavens, the altar could even draw some of it back into Wutian Jiao Prison, providing no small supplement to its true body.
If matters continued in this fashion, in merely three to five breaths, the barrier between the worlds would shatter. The impact caused by the collapse of the spatial structure would instantly level an area of ten thousand li, killing every living being within it, including the projections of its allies. Only the incarnation lodged within Yuan Dao's Dharma body would escape unharmed. Then the aura of Blood Prison Ghost Manor would erupt outward through this world. Wherever it reached, it would violently clash with this world's heaven-and-earth essence, in a process more like remaking heaven and earth itself: rivers changing course,