The rosy glow and the enormous palm wrestled silently in the night sky, their magnificent radiance and sky-shrouding shadow tearing the darkness in two.
Chu Mo had already fled over a hundred li away. Standing atop a bank of clouds, he employed a secret art to peer into the distance with all his might, watching events at the Chen Household.
Just a palm strike simulated by a dharma form, and True Person Red Rosy Clouds had to counter it with his life-bound divine ability... His heart chilled. Just how powerful is True Person Xuan Cheng?
Atop the Chen Household's main peak, every visiting cultivator's expression changed drastically.
"What happened?!"
"A mighty cultivator has made a move."
They had just taken a turn before the gates of death. Had True Person Red Rosy Clouds not acted in time, almost none of them would have survived that descending palm. Now terror filled their eyes, and they trembled with unease.
"It's True Person Red Rosy Clouds! The True Person has intervened!"
Amid the uproar, True Person Red Rosy Clouds appeared, hovering at the center of the rosy glow that filled the sky, still dressed in the splendid robes he had worn for his birthday celebration that day.
His gray-white hair and beard turned black again, and many of the wrinkles on his face faded, as though he had returned to his prime.
"Xuan Cheng!" Anger smoldered in Red Rosy Clouds' eyes. "Hiding your head and showing your tail-is probing me like this all you know how to do?"
"Heh..." With a soft chuckle, Xuan Cheng's figure slowly solidified atop the enormous palm, looking down upon the dazzling world of rosy glow below.
"Fellow Daoist Red Rosy Clouds, why get angry? As an old friend of many years, I came specially to see you