Netherbank Heavenly Dao raised a shadowy curtain and hurtled brazenly into the battle.
Mountain-Origin Heavenly Dao immediately unleashed its Heavenly Dao authority as well. Brilliant golden light poured from its body, like a Great Sun descending upon the world, and crashed down toward Xuanming.
That golden light held the principles of creation, endlessly renewing, boundless and inexhaustible.
Xuanming's expression shifted slightly. With two Heavenly Daos joining forces, even he could not subdue them in an instant.
Just as he sent the Banner Spirit forward to meet them, a surging Blood Sea crashed down in all its filth. A mystique that defiled divine abilities and Dharma Bodies closed in on his back, and only then did Xue Huan's voice belatedly ring out behind him.
"Sect Master, forgive me!"
A flicker of astonishment crossed Xuanming's face.
Unaware of what had happened within the Mountain Realm, he had no idea these three had betrayed him. But unlike his divided soul, Xuanming reacted with lightning speed to the same stab in the back.
Beneath the scarlet waves, a small Command Seal abruptly appeared.
"This place shall be the Underworld, where nothing of the mortal world may function!"
As his words fell, a mystique sprang into being. Anything that did not belong to the Netherworld, did not walk in the Underworld, and did not die in the Nine Springs fell under its restraint here, its fearsome might instantly snuffed out. Whether the filthy blood waves, the shadowy curtain, or the golden light of creation, all faltered and broke apart.
Forced to reveal his second Life-bound Magical Treasure, Xuanming looked grim. Seizing this opening, he swept his divine thought through the Cosmos, inside and out, and finally discovered the culprit behind it all.
"Youxuan. So it was you."
Xuanming looked toward the Black-Robed Figure beneath the