Cold Xian's four Primordial Spirits fled in four different directions, moving as swiftly as lightning. In an instant, they were a Thousand Miles away.
One raced northeast. Just as she reached the basin's edge, a towering expanse of red light suddenly surged up ahead, like a curtain hanging from heaven, reaching the firmament above and enclosing the plain below as it swept straight toward her.
Then a handsome youth in Jin-and-jade-green Daoist robes appeared behind the red light, holding a bronze fan in his right hand. He shouted, "Monster, where do you think you're going!"
Relying on more than forty thousand years of magical power, Cold Xian ordinarily thought little of cultivators' flying swords and Magic Treasures. She turned into a streak of green light and charged straight ahead, crashing into the sky-reaching red radiance. She thought she could smash through it, but that light was wind in essence. At her touch, it immediately twisted and contracted, wrapping her within a bitterly fierce mass of wind. Fine strands of wind sliced into her Primordial Spirit like hundreds of millions of blades, subjecting her to a thousand cuts and ten thousand slashes.
Cold Xian let out a heaven-shaking shriek and tried to unleash her mystical transformations to force her way out. Jinxu Nu swept the Taiyi Purifying Fan more than a dozen times in succession, then unleashed the Heavenly Heart Ring.
The precious Heavenly Heart Ring transformed into a heart-shaped halo, blue-green outside and white within, and flew over to envelop Cold Xian. Already being torn apart by the Purifying Fan's divine wind, she had no strength to struggle. With a flash of light, it sucked her inside.
Another of Cold Xian's Primordial Spirits fled northwest, where Deng Bagu released the Snow Soul Pearl to block her. This treasure had condensed