As Bai Li appeared, tidal waves rose in layers, forming a thousand-mile barrier across Chu Mo and Youzhen's path.
"Human cultivators," she said coldly, making no attempt to hide the disgust on her face. "This is no place for you."
Youzhen's expression darkened slightly. Cursing inwardly, he quietly transmitted his voice:
"Junior brother, this woman seems to be dragonkin, and she's at late Golden Core. She won't be easy to handle."
Chu Mo nodded slightly and cupped his hands in greeting. "Greetings, fellow Daoist. We had no intention of trespassing. We merely wish to pass through on our way back to the Turbid Abyss Sea. Please grant us passage." At his words, Bai Li's slender brows shot up, as though he had enraged her. Waves surged beneath her bare feet, and fierce winds sprang up.
"Pass through? Ever since Fuli Heaven was opened, you humans have seized spirit veins and slaughtered aquatic folk. When have you ever granted us any favors? Now that you've entered the Outer Sea, you can stay here!" Before her words had finished ringing out, she gently raised her pale hand.
The seawater all around them suddenly boiled. Countless crystalline droplets rose from the wave crests and hung in midair, refracting the colorful sunlight like exquisite, multicolored pearls.
The next instant, droplets shot toward them from every corner of the sky, each bearing the weight of ten thousand tons and a glimmer of fierce murderous intent.
Something inexplicably stirred in Youzhen's heart. He suddenly stepped forward, shielding Chu Mo behind him.
He had no idea what he was thinking. He laid his trump card bare and declared in a low voice:
"This technique's power is no greater than mid-Golden Core."
As those words fell, the true marvel of [Truth-Speaking] revealed itself. The countless droplets abruptly dimmed,