As three streaks of escape light landed before Mount Buzhou, the Three Pure Ones simultaneously withdrew the concealment around them.
The Taiji Diagram's yin-yang qi, the Pangu Banner's light of chaos, and the sword intent barrier of the Four Swords of Immortal Slaying quietly dissipated.
For the first time, the three innate divinities born from Pangu's primordial spirit stood on the Witch Clan's land in their true appearances.
Mount Buzhou still stood as though propping up the heavens and bracing against the earth, its towering mass piercing the clouds. The fierce winds at its summit intertwined with the sea of clouds, forming a vast barrier across the horizon.
The Mountain God's divine radiance enveloped all of Mount Buzhou, and spiritual qi flowed through its earth veins in orderly currents, utterly unlike Kunlun Mountain's cool, elegant beauty.
This place was weightier, more ancient, and closer to the primal aura of heaven and earth's first opening.
The Three Pure Ones did not deliberately release their pressure, but they had appeared together before Mount Buzhou.
Their invisible aura still stirred ripple after ripple through the Witch Clan's network of fortune.
Within Pangu Hall, Pan Xuan opened his eyes almost the instant the Three Pure Ones withdrew their concealment.
He was sitting in the main hall, discussing the subsequent arrangements for the various tribes' cultivation secret realms with Di Jiang.
After sensing those three auras, the corners of his mouth rose slightly. He stood and said to Di Jiang, "Our guests have arrived."
Di Jiang had sensed those three auras as well.
Taiqing Laozi's yin-yang qi, Yuqing Yuanshi's light of chaos, and Shangqing Tongtian's sword intent's edge.
It was different from their last meeting on Kunlun Mountain.
This time, those three auras no longer carried that faint sense of rejection. In its place were