As soon as the Nine Songs appeared, Chen Cuo raised a hand and pointed.
The last trace of gray mist descended, enveloping the Thin Booklet.
At once, three figures faintly appeared upon its pages.
At the sight of them, Chen Cuo felt a stir. The Mind Daoist spread his hands, light flickering in each.
"Between Cause and Effect, all things have their destined course."
Then one of the three figures took shape and stood facing the wind.
"Scion of Emperor Gaoyang..."
As soon as those words rang out, the phenomena that had subsided across All Under Heaven rippled anew.
This time, not only mortals and beasts felt it. Mountains, rivers, trees, grasses, wind, rain, clouds, and mist all manifested together.
Specks of light rose from every quarter and converged on Chen Cuo, flowing into the book in his hand.
He sat cross-legged in midair and swept a sleeve. The few figures remaining behind him turned into nine streams of light, hovering around him as though they, too, would enter the book.
But something still seemed to obstruct them...
What remains is only enough to gather nine? The Nine Songs should have eleven pieces, but nine will do...
At a thought, Chen Cuo breathed out the Five Qi, divided them into the Five Human Thought Consensuses, and sent them into the book.
Below, Hongyuan, Dianyunzi, and the others had been about to approach Chen Cuo now that the battle had ended. At the sight, they all stopped.
Hongyuan chuckled. "Senior Brother fought his fight, and now he's gained an insight from it. His cultivation is about to climb another floor."
Dianyunzi nodded.
Gao Bai's expression grew graver. The fighting that had raged throughout the city had fallen silent.
With his eyesight, he had no trouble seeing the Youqiong Clan's Soldiers vanish