Five-colored light swept across the sky. No matter how the Civil and Military Officials struggled, resisted, or fled, it was no use. They scattered in every direction!
They were about to fly away and return to their bodies when Emperor of Zhou swept his sleeve. Strips of cloth unfurled like Imperial Edicts, wrapped around their souls, and dragged them down into the Imperial Palace.
They had never been there in the flesh. Their souls had been seized and brought there as though in a dream. Now, terrified and bewildered, they wandered through the Imperial Palace, drawing cries of alarm.
The Central Origin Knot was pierced by Red Light. Rifts spread across it as though it would shatter completely, while the light pressed on toward Yuwen Yong's face!
"You dare!"
Seeing the situation change so suddenly, Yuwen Yong sensed a will soaring from the ruins of the True Martial Hall. He knew exactly what had happened.
But he had no time to dwell on it. The Crimson Radiance rushing toward him stirred a dreadful feeling in him—wariness, fear, even the terror of facing a natural enemy!
In an instant, Yuwen Yong drew in all his divine light, gathered the thoughts of the Eight Directions, and thrust out a hand to grab it!
Boom!
Red Light exploded high in the Firmament like a Crimson Sun rising, sending waves of heat roaring across Chang'an!
"The Pure Yang Single-Qi Redlight Formula?"
Within the rift between Yin and Yang, Meng Po's expression changed again.
Tingyi shook her head. "The framework of this Red Light is still the Righteous Sun Adept's method, but everything within it has changed beyond recognition."
As she spoke, her expression grew uncharacteristically grave. Her brows knitted, as though she had seen something she could not comprehend.
"What path is this? It