Ancestor Gu Liang frowned. The demonic spirit banner that had fallen onto the cauldron lid rolled with bloodlight, then rose again. Yet after the earlier disturbance, Wu An's form upon the banner had become somewhat distorted once more.
For the moment, the ancestor did not concern himself with that. He was merely puzzled by what had happened within the lava lake.
When the two realms had connected and Wu An had projected himself over, the lava lake had been affected by chaotic power. Even with his Great Tribulation Dharma-level soul perception, he could not fully grasp everything happening within. He had thought the situation would change the instant the two realms separated again and the Demon Manor Spirit Banner's refinement succeeded. Yet in those brief two breaths, everything had unfolded in a direction that overturned his plans.
He did not know what methods the Xuan Huang Killing Sword and that variable called Yu Ci had used within the lava lake, but at the very instant the power of chaos receded, they had suddenly struck.
First came the Zi Wu Magnetic Mountain, then the Soul-Leaving Cauldron's lid, and finally the Demon Manor Spirit Banner.
The three magical treasures, or treasures nearing that rank, were like three drunkards staggering forward in a line. When the first fell, the second and third promptly tumbled after it.
The first of them—the Zi Wu Magnetic Mountain—had suffered the worst.
The latter two had only gone out of control for an instant before that powerful disruptive art vanished. The Zi Wu Magnetic Mountain had been much the same, but Song Gongyuan, his disciple, had truly had rotten luck...
The Zi Wu Magnetic Mountain he had refined was in fact the central pivot of the formation suppressing the Xuan Huang Killing Sword. The formation stretched thousands of