At sea.
Thousands upon thousands of fine sword gleams flashed, bursting like rain within the lightning formation. Kongming's divine ability shattered, gray mist clouded the Great Void, and his Dharma Body was riddled with holes in an instant. Only a wisp of his true spirit escaped.
An enormous claw, its scales gleaming, reached out of the ink-dark clouds and caught that true spirit firmly. Kongming managed only a cry of "Woe is me!" before the dragon claw turned over and imprisoned him in a Purple-Gold Alms Bowl.
Xu Xuan exhaled a breath of turbid air and suppressed the true spirit. He was in terrible condition. Having just used the death-substitution art of [Thunderfall Marsh], he watched a Giant Spirit Mysterious Elephant within his Inner Scenery gradually blur and lose its luster.
Although this death-substitution art was not true resurrection, using it at a critical moment was enough to dispel murderous intent and erase injuries, letting the Thunder Marsh Aspect die in his stead.
After a single use, he needed only to cultivate diligently for a time and restore the Mysterious Elephant. But if both Thunder Marsh Aspects dispersed together, this divine ability would cease to exist.
He felt little regret. Compared with what he had gained in battle, this damage was utterly insignificant. With one enemy dead and the other wounded, all the Northern Lands of Heaven Pool now lay in his hands, leaving him no worries at his back.
"Of the three mountains, Kunlun bears the greatest weight."
He lightly touched his left shoulder. Mysterious yellow Dao qi permeated his flesh and bones, clinging like a maggot to bone. He could only dissolve it little by little with Blameless Mystic Thunder and slowly repair his Dharma Body.
Lingji's suppression art was extraordinary. Blending immortal and Buddhist methods, it borrowed