At these words, heaven and earth fell silent.
On the Order Platform, Zhao De, who had lived in pampered luxury for a thousand years, nearly toppled backward in fury. How many years had it been since anyone dared point at his nose and curse him like this?
Laws converged on the Law Hammer, forming a cage.
"Draw a Prison on the Ground!"
This stretch of heaven and earth was sealed.
Spirit mechanisms, vegetation, laws, the Great Dao!
All were shackled.
Even the octagonal golden tower was no exception.
The old man grunted, having suffered a setback.
At the critical moment, a Nine-Section Staff descended.
Nine-colored radiance shone, shattering the cage.
By the time the Nine-Section Staff vanished, the golden tower, the man, and the dragon had all disappeared.
With his targets gone, he withdrew the Law Hammer.
Only turbulent spirit mechanisms and shattered mountains and rivers remained.
On the Order Platform, the young man spoke gravely, his voice wary:
"Peaceful Heaven!"
He had never expected that man to emerge from seclusion.
Things had become troublesome.
As for that elderly survivor of the Qiu Imperial Clan, he had never taken him seriously. He was merely a crooked-mouthed Mighty Expert.
Within the Small-Heaven Secret Realm, at the Peaceful Heaven Dao Palace.
The Peaceful Heaven Dao Master, dressed in yellow with a yellow hairpin, turned his gaze toward the Golden Octagonal Pagoda. It trembled slightly and transformed into an old man wearing a robe embroidered with five-clawed flood dragons.
He had white hair, an aged face, and a slight hunch.
His injuries had left him somewhat listless.
He cupped his hands in thanks.
The man and dragon behind him immediately followed suit.
"Thank you for saving us, Dao Master."
Nodding lightly, the Peaceful Heaven Dao Master glanced at the old man and understood