"Attend the court..."
"Attend the court..."
"Attend the court..."
Voices came from the Eight Directions, as though ten thousand people had spoken at once. Men and women, old and young, they spoke in perfect unison!
At the sound echoing around them, everyone stopped: Fuying and Old Man Tushan, who were about to descend; the two-headed warrior lunging toward the two bodies; Ziyuanzi, Duan Changjiu, and the monk Fadeng, who had already fallen; even the Water Lord, who had flown far away and was on the verge of dropping back into the Huai River.
Their bodies froze where they were. Their thoughts still moved, but not a limb would budge. Even divine light and Magic Power could not break them free!
"Is this... a sealing art? No. Time itself has been frozen!"
The two old men exchanged a look and saw shock in each other's eyes. For that instant, even they could not escape their bonds!
Mist flickered through Fuying's eyes and vanished.
A sigh came from the void.
Then characters flew from Fuying's body and slowly assembled into rows of words, with black qi gathering and dispersing among them.
The same happened to Old Man Tushan beside him. Light and shadow shifted over his body, and characters bearing wisps of black qi appeared, forming rows of words.
Fragments of their pasts flashed through both men's minds.
"Is this karmic reincarnation? It's drawn out our past sins?"
They exchanged a glance and held fast to a single thought. As Void and Reality turned, they became like empty space, and the rows of words faded into illusion, then nothingness!
The others lacked the two old men's abilities, however—
Characters appeared on the Third Prince, Ziyuanzi, Duan Changjiu, and Fadeng. The words gathered into a straw doll for each of them. Trailing black