This is bad!
Lingxu's expression changed.
He abruptly scanned his surroundings, searching for help. Yet he soon discovered that all the Qi Refiners in the blessed lands were struggling to save themselves. No one could lend him a hand.
With his three qi outside his body, his vital energy had been severely depleted. Facing the great demon's edict, Lingxu could barely hold his ground. As time passed, his strength gradually failed.
"No, defeat is certain if this continues!"
He made a snap decision, abruptly drawing on the three qi in the sky to form a pillar of light that soared into the heavens. He actually intended to bypass the final stage and forcibly raise the grotto-heaven.
"Dao Brother Lingxu?!"
Dao Venerable Jihong, master of the Rainbow-Haze Blessed Land, noticed what he was doing and paled in alarm. "The grotto-heaven hasn't fully merged yet! Raising it now is far too risky!"
"There's no time to worry about that!"
Lingxu snapped, "If Fuli takes Perched Cloud, we won't even have a chance to raise it!"
His hands formed seals so quickly they left afterimages. Profound runes flashed into being one after another and flowed into the soaring pillar of light, making it ever more brilliant, until it seemed ready to pierce heaven and earth.
In an instant, heaven shook and earth trembled. The fortune of the seven blessed lands transformed into auspicious clouds and radiant ribbons of mist that filled the sky. Immortal music rang out, as though heaven and earth were about to crown it.
Someone from the Heavenly Pivot cried out in alarm and slashed at the pillar of light, seeking to interrupt the ritual. The Fuli Dao Venerables likewise paled and attacked together.
Yet when their myriad radiant attacks crashed into the pillar of light, they failed to shake