When One Act Ended, Another Took the Stage

"The formation is broken!" The Monk with the wooden expression lowered his head, pressed his palms together, and shook his head.

Yuanhui opened his mouth, but no words came. He sighed, his expression bitter. He knew those two shouts had already brought trouble upon Guishan Temple.

But staying silent had not been an option. Too much was at stake.

For the moment, though, no one else had the presence of mind to ask what had happened.

Amid the scattering shards of light, the two Divine Dragon phantoms that had faced each other in the sky had vanished.

Everyone had seen it clearly: the two Divine Dragons and the shining web of human thoughts spread across the sky had fallen together, like two long rivers pouring into the Secluded Courtyard!

In an instant, radiance engulfed the entire courtyard, its lights reflecting off one another!

Seeing this, the old monk outside the courtyard murmured a Buddhist invocation and swept his sleeve. Buddha Light enveloped the courtyard.

The ordinary people inside had sensed something strange, and a few had even come out to look. But before they could see what had happened, dizziness washed over them and their thoughts slipped away. All they felt was heat throughout their bodies.

Soon, Zhang Ju and the others came out of their rooms one after another to enjoy the shade beneath the tree.

By contrast, the people in the hall atop the Hilltop were still shaken.

"Junior Brother Yuanhui, just who is staying in there?" the white-bearded monk asked quietly in the central hall. "You said he was either a Reincarnated Immortal or a son of the Imperial Clan. He bore two dragons without perishing, established a temple in his heart, called upon the god within it, and drew human thoughts from every direction. Dragon Aura