After the fortune dragon broke free of the sealing formation the Eastern Prince had carved, its body swelled, abruptly growing from a mere few hundred zhang into a nine-clawed golden dragon ten thousand zhang long.
Draconic energy wreathed its entire body, lending it an aura of utmost sanctity.
"Quick, stop it! We mustn't let it escape!"
Zhunti shouted excitedly.
It was as though refining the Primordial Purple Qi was already within his grasp.
"Very well, your senior brother will act now!"
Jieyin tossed out his hand, and a dark yellow bamboo stalk only a meter long appeared in the air.
"Six-Sense-Purifying Bamboo, seal the space!"
Jieyin roared, his bearing solemn and majestic, his face filled with sorrow. Behind him, a phantom of primordial bitter bamboo slowly emerged, blotting out the sky and sun. A dense aura of Space Law swept forth, pouring entirely into the dark yellow stalk only a meter long.
Buzz!
At that moment, the space throughout the underground palace seemed to freeze. The fortune dragon's ten-thousand-zhang body was immobilized in midair. No matter how it struggled, it could not escape the restraints of the Space Law emanating from the Six-Sense-Purifying Bamboo.
Jieyin's true form really is bitter bamboo?
In a secluded corner deep within the underground palace, a flicker of surprise crossed Daochen's eyes as he watched the sky-obscuring phantom of bitter bamboo behind Jieyin.
According to legends of later ages, the true forms of the fellow disciples Jieyin and Zhunti were both among the ten great xiantian spiritual roots: one was bitter bamboo, and the other a bodhi tree.
But Jieyin and Zhunti rarely acted. Even when they attacked the Jade Void Sect's disciples during the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, they had already become Saints and had no reason to fight in their true forms.