Zhong Ang raised both arms and first unleashed six columns of colored smoke.
Each column was as thick as a cartwheel and lengthened rapidly, like giant pythons shooting toward the heavens, lunging side by side at Shi Feiyang in midair.
A closer look revealed that the smoke columns were filled with petals: Bai-colored Pear Blossoms whirled through Bai smoke; green chrysanthemums unfurled a thousand slender petals within green smoke; tiny Osmanthus blossoms dotted yellow smoke like stars... There were six varieties in all, trailing six colors of smoke as they stood in the air, a dazzling sight.
They looked beautiful, but every blossom was a person's Primordial Spirit and Divine Soul. Some belonged to Zhong Ang's devoted Believers, who had willingly sent their souls after death to the Golden Flower World glorified in his scriptures. Others were wandering ghosts he had gathered from various places with his spells, or enemies he had killed and forcibly captured through sorcery. He had blended them with earthly fiend energy and refined them into different blossoms, then wrapped them in astral energy drawn down from the sky.
The six streams of Flower Fiend Divine Aura surged straight at the Nine Heavens Flying Snow sword net Shi Feiyang had cast with his Tianshan Swordsmanship.
The "snowflakes," large and small, descended together. Upon meeting the Flower Fiend Divine Aura, they immediately attracted each other and developed a sticky pull. Great numbers of snowflakes formed from sword energy were ground away and dispersed, then absorbed by the Flower Fiend Divine Aura.
As the White Light Sword moved back and forth, the astral and fiend energies tugged at it, as though Shi Feiyang were wielding his sword over six extraordinarily powerful magnets. His sword movements twisted out of shape. Only after expelling three mouthfuls of true qi did