Heaven and earth showed no disturbance, and no ripples appeared in the emptiness.
The black-and-white sword light fell upon the giant hand and pierced straight through it. The hand swiftly crumbled, scattering into ash in the blink of an eye as though it had died.
Dao Venerable Brightlight's pupils contracted slightly. He abruptly withdrew his hand, only to find a streak of black-and-white divine light spreading across his palm, ceaselessly eroding his innate dharma body.
"The power of life and death?"
His heart chilled. He immediately flicked his hand, flinging that black-and-white Dao mystery away.
Seeing this, Chu Mo raised his brows slightly. "So this is an innate dharma body? Not bad."
A Qi Refining Adept's innate dharma body remained untouched by even a speck of dust; any foreign Dao resonance or mystic power slid off upon contact. A Fuli Cultivator would never have shaken off the Two Forms Sword's erosion so easily.
With a turn of his thoughts, a shadowy projection suddenly extended from beneath his feet, rapidly spreading in every direction.
The shadowy void was as deep and heavy as an abyss, as though the Underworld Bureaucracy itself stretched before them. Chilling yin winds blew within it, ghosts wailed, and the deafening rattle of chains sent shivers down their spines.
The Netherworld Prison.
The moment this prison appeared, the temperature plummeted throughout heaven and earth. Cultivators who had yet to attain pure yang felt their primordial spirits tremble, as though something were forcibly dragging them out of their bodies.
Brightlight's expression turned solemn. He formed hand seals, and golden light blazed around him, keeping the shadowy prison at bay. "I'll help you!" Azure Yang shouted at the sight, immediately summoning an Azure Bracelet and hurling it over.
An azure rainbow sprang across the sky, like the Milky Way