Chen Cuo glanced down at the scroll in his hand. He could feel it trembling faintly. The Lotus Children forcibly sealed inside by the Gray Mist and the Heroic Spirits of the River of Time would not be so easily subdued.
Fortunately, Chen Cuo had never intended to subdue them.
So he flicked his hand and threw the scroll away without a moment's hesitation!
Layer upon layer of Gray Mist gathered from every direction, swallowed the scroll whole, then sank into the depths of the water.
A star fell after it and merged with the mist.
"Severed from the world!"
In an instant, all traces of the scroll and the Lotus Children within vanished. Cut off entirely from the outside world, they were sealed away!
"Hm?"
In an elegant, ancient hall, the expression of a man seated on a cushion shifted slightly.
His eyes were closed. He had a long beard and jet-black hair, and wore a blue-gray Daoist Robe. His expression was serene, and a Fly-Whisk rested beside him, lending him the air of an immortal sage. Yet a string of Buddhist Prayer Beads hung around his neck. Nearly every bead glimmered faintly, save for three whose light had dimmed.
The strange Daoist calculated on his fingers and chuckled. "This Taihua successor has a few tricks. Even the Lotus Children couldn't take him. That fragment of the waters receded before it finished transforming, which means he has no fully ripened Primordial Chaos Fruit. He must have obtained a little power of Primordial Chaos, and he should have exhausted it by now. Besides, his body remains in the world while his will crosses the void to descend upon a fragment Beyond the Mundane. Capturing him would be no easy matter..."
At the thought, he shook his head gently.
"In the