Baoyun's eyes widened, and he blurted out, "The Netherworld Prison?"
This Divine Ability had been created by Xuanming and was the ultimate expression of his control over [Netherworld]. Xuanming had poured his life's work into refining this art to seamless perfection. How long had Chu Mo possessed [Netherworld]? How had he learned it so quickly?
Could he already have... No, impossible.
His control over [Netherworld] couldn't have surpassed Xuanming's so quickly.
Before he could finish that thought, another upheaval swept the battlefield.
Chu Mo unfurled the great prison, and Heaven and Earth abruptly changed color. Light and shadow vanished, leaving an ink-black gloom. Only sinister nether halls and hideous ghost officials remained.
The moment Jiang Yan and the others fell into the prison, they felt their shoulders sink. It was as though an immense weight pressed down on their Dharma Bodies, hampering their every movement. This was neither spell nor art, neither substance nor matter, but the principles of law made manifest in the world.
All who did not belong to the Underworld, who had not entered the Netherworld, were subject to its restraint.
Before any of them could act, a black-and-white longsword abruptly appeared behind them. Black and white light shone forth, striking the Earth Element's fellow Dao Lord of the Water Element in an instant.
He did not even grunt before his Dharma Body rapidly disintegrated. In mere moments, it had vanished entirely, leaving only a strand of unceasing mystique flowing through the prison.
"Damn it!" Jiang Yan cursed inwardly, but he was not worried.
The Dao Venerable was watching. Though he could not intervene directly, making their mystique manifest more strongly was no problem. As long as that mystique remained and the Great Dao endured, his junior brother's life would continue without end. He immediately formed seals