Purple Clouds Bore His Thoughts, True Fire Tempered His Heart

Two dragons fell together!

The five monks presiding over the Formation Diagram noticed the change at once.

The white-bearded Old Monk's expression shifted. "This is bad! The man establishing his god has somehow drawn both divine dragons of Divine Sense toward him!"

"He'll likely burn to ashes in moments!" the bushy-bearded Monk said.

But the impassive Monk said, "There must be a reason he can draw the dragons down. There may be more to this."

Yuanhui was frantic, but he had to preside over the Formation Diagram and could not easily leave. He used Mind-Reading to alert the old monk.

At the same time, Nanmingzi sprang into action. He turned and appeared outside the hall, then charged toward the mountainside with the old monk, one ahead of the other!

When did a wisp of purple qi coil around me? It's vast and weighty, regal and noble. It resonates with my bloodline and is connected to something outside...

With a god enshrined in his Heart Temple, Chen Cuo's Mind Thought was unclouded and his mind clear. A brief examination laid it all bare.

This purple qi must be something like a dynasty's imperial Dragon Aura. Could the Evil Ghost have arranged this? Is it capable of that?

Hum!

Before the thought had settled, the entire house shook. Drawn by the purple qi, a wave of searing heat swept in, along with a vast will that pinned Chen Cuo's body in place.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

In an instant, every thought he had extended outward caught fire!

Stinging pain and dizziness struck in the next breath!

Little Pig, by the door, shuddered from head to tail. Every bristle stood on end as he darted to the wall and pressed against it, muttering without pause, "What kind of person is this? He's only establishing