At that moment, unease showed in the vertical eye. It could sense something terrifying closing in on it, and unleashed its power in a near-hysterical frenzy.
That wavering power felt almost tangible.
An Wuzhi and Zhu Xiangxin were blasted off opposite sides of the pillar platform. Shi Chun fared little better, hurled into somersaults overhead as molten copper and iron rained against him and burst apart.
Yet the Winding-Reversal Pattern in that palm strike still penetrated the vertical eye.
The stronger the unleashed power and the greater the resistance, the finer and more numerous the lines spawned by the Winding-Reversal Pattern seemed to become, driving into its core with the force of that palm.
The vertical eye first filled with terror, then its pupil lost its shape. The whole eye suddenly swelled, contracted, and finally collapsed before abruptly disintegrating in a twisted fashion.
Boom! It burst into countless fragments like scattered starlight.
The vast flames it had unleashed in every direction instantly lost their power to expand. Like an indrawn breath, they rapidly withdrew from every corner, retreating like the tide until they all gathered in this underground chamber and returned to the White Fire Origin Body atop the pillar platform.
At that moment, the countless fragments of starlight fell through the chamber like a sky full of flower petals, beautiful and captivating.
Clinging to the melted walls after being flung away, Zhu Xiangxin and An Wuzhi looked around at the sight. They reached out to touch the tiny specks of starlight, but felt nothing. The specks passed through their bodies, a substance somewhere between illusion and reality.
What had been released also seemed to be the energy within the white fire. Its main body rapidly shrank to about a foot in height and drifted toward a hole in the