Seven days later, on Penglai Island, the Seven-Colored Deer lay within Biyou Palace. The qi of yin and yang and the five elements around it inverted and shifted, unfolding countless errors and layer upon layer of obstacles before gradually gathering into specks of crimson light.
Jin Ling stood in the void, countless rays of light emerging around her. Holding the Dragon-Tiger Wish-Granting Scepter, she guided the qi of wind and water and circulated the heavenly cycle. Highest Purity cloudlight swirled above her head, supporting the Four Symbols Pagoda as it echoed the stars in the heavens. Their auras intertwined, casting Biyou Palace in dazzling radiance.
Yet one thread of sword intent, though devoid of brilliance, was even more eye-catching. It condensed before Jin Ling's brow, stirring the Highest Purity qi within her body into motion.
Turtle Spirit stood beneath her, holding the Sun-Moon Pearls. With the transformations of the sun rising and moon setting, the moon appearing and sun dimming, she brought her aura into harmony with Jin Ling's.
At the same time, streams of Highest Purity qi surged around Turtle Spirit as well, unfolding into flying hexagram inscriptions.
Whenever Jin Ling's aura shifted, the hexagrams woven into a net around them instantly condensed into an enormous Eight Trigrams diagram, seemingly solid, and followed Turtle Spirit's raised palm as it absorbed the leaking sword intent.
Their movements continuously analyzed the Dao principles and laws contained within the sword intent, while A Lu, Coiled Head, and the others watched closely, absorbing and integrating what they saw.
Suddenly, the sword intent collapsed. Jin Ling and Turtle Spirit hurriedly acted, unfolding starlight and the Eight Trigrams to gather the scattered sword intent piece by piece. Yet a wisp of the purest residual sword intent still flew out.
Qing Ling raised his hand, and