The long banner swayed with the female immortal's movements. Black and white profound radiance merged upon it, and countless tadpole-like patterns within, shrouded by a hazy gray aura containing myriad splendors, condensed into one illusory figure after another.
The moment these figures appeared, they fused with certain ghost gods of the underworld, or drew information from it, forming bodies that were either broken or partially illusory. The powers of life and death intertwined within them, allowing them to leap beyond the ordinary cycle of life and death and enter a state neither living nor dead.
Thus, the ghost gods of the underworld no longer feared Daoist Tongtian's Way of the End.
"So this is your trump card? To cultivate the Art of Creation to such a degree—truly impressive!" Tongtian praised.
"Enlightening the bloodline information of those who have already died may not count as creating something from nothing, but it is not far off. If I am not mistaken, you could have brought these individuals back to life long ago, if you wished."
"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, your insight is truly keen. I have indeed restored them to their limit, but they are still incomplete. Back then, they sacrificed everything so that I could reach this point. How could I allow them to return incomplete? No!"
The female immortal looked at those neither-living-nor-dead figures, nostalgia surfacing in her eyes. Her murmuring ended with a firm refusal, and then she growled, "They were originally individuals I restored through the Art of Creation. If they return incomplete, they will become my creations rather than who they once were. Therefore, I must find them!"
"So why are you stopping me?!"
The female immortal looked toward Tongtian, her gaze growing increasingly crazed. The figures neither living nor dead all made their move.
In an instant,