Soul Anchoring

Azure Frost Paper was too low-grade to withstand the full might of heavenly lightning. Could Purple Cloud Paper bear it? Shen Luo wondered.

Without further hesitation, he began drawing the runes of a Falling Thunder Talisman.

Perhaps it was because he had just advanced to the True Immortal Stage and his power was at its peak, but he drew four talismans in succession, each completed in one fluid stroke, as though shaped by nature itself.

Shen Luo set down the Seven-Star Brush and looked up.

A white light flashed across the cross-shaped Magic Formation above. A scorching sensation struck him, and he instinctively flinched, unable to look at it directly.

Then a roar sounded, and a cascade of snow-white lightning plunged from the sky.

Shen Luo's gaze sharpened. Golden light churned around him as four giant elephants and four Golden Dragons appeared, then flashed and sank into his body. He doubled in size. His legs became golden elephant feet, and his hands became enormous Golden Dragon claws.

Magic Power surged through him. He planted himself and struck upward with one claw. A spiral of golden light rose around him, burst from his arm, and became a huge golden dragon claw that met the waterfall of lightning.

Rumble, rumble...

A dense barrage of lightning cracks rang out as the snow-white current collided with the golden claw. Silver sparks exploded everywhere, and bolts shot through the gaps between its talons in every direction.

Shen Luo felt an unbearably hot surge of yang energy seep into him, scorching him from head to toe. The Pure Yang Sword Qi within him seemed to respond, rushing wildly through his Magic Meridians, eager to break free.

The Golden Pagoda in the Golden Armored Heavenly General's hand blazed. A golden image of the pagoda rose around him,