"What happened? What happened?
Everything was spinning just now. Was that an earth dragon turning over?"
Atop a cliff on Crane-Cry Mountain, Libationer Green Mountain rushed out of the study, eager to stir up trouble.
He saw Celestial Master Zhang casting a spell.
Celestial Master Zhang's eyes were wide with fury. He appeared genuinely enraged.
A phantom seal appeared beside his hand.
He seemed to be using it to forcibly suppress something.
An invisible enemy surrounded him, shrouding the area in a vast cloud of decay.
Under its corrosive influence, the rock beneath Celestial Master Zhang's feet crumbled into powder, as though weathered for millions of years.
Libationer Green Mountain approached, and the breeze he brought swept beneath Celestial Master Zhang's feet. The powdered rock scattered at the slightest gust.
There was nowhere left to stand.
Celestial Master Zhang stood suspended in midair.
Knowing Zhang Daoling well, Libationer Green Mountain could tell that the magical battle was not over. This time, Celestial Master Zhang was truly angry.
He had no idea what Celestial Master Zhang had seen.
But he could tell that Zhang Daoling was genuinely furious.
Zhang Daoling was neither a people-pleaser nor some benevolent moralist. Quite the opposite: he had never shown a good temper toward the Heterodox Path.
Especially when he encountered evil demons and heretics who dared oppose him, Zhang Daoling's anger burned like a furnace.
Hearing Libationer Green Mountain's question, Zhang Daoling said matter-of-factly, "Just some god-headed, ghost-faced things from the Underworld!"
That was what he said.
But Libationer Green Mountain did not think Zhang Daoling was using "god-headed, ghost-faced" as a mere description. In an age when gods and ghosts were not clearly distinguished, it meant half ascended, half fallen.
They had once been gods.
Now they were gods no longer acknowledged.
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