Ink-black clouds piled thick, and neither wind nor waves stirred.
The spell-light of gen earth illuminated the heavens. Ancient Hua had swallowed Divine Union Immortal Talismans one after another and refined Bright Zenith Mountain. His cultivation had now reached a terrifying height, vaguely approaching the purple mansion peak.
Yun Cang's crown had caved in beneath the golden mace, and wounds torn by origin magnetism covered his dharma body. He stirred his blood qi, slowly closing them, then glanced at the mystic qi atop the azure stone Dao Platform. He breathed out softly and was about to speak.
A streak of ren radiance fell from the horizon with a whale's cry, darkening his gaze. It was Zhong Mang. This Netherwhale cultivator barely possessed one divine ability, and his cultivation method, secret arts, and Spirit Artifacts were all inferior to Formed Jade's. He had been defeated.
"Second brother!"
Yun Cang roared. He had intended to go and bring him back, but the spell-light of gen earth barred his way, leaving him unable to escape.
"Yun Cang, I know the bond between you brothers runs deep. Swear upon your true spirit today that you will withdraw from Heaven Pool and never invade again, and I can let you all go."
Ancient Hua spoke calmly, holding the Mountain-Driving Whip, upon which unnerving spell-light of gen earth flowed.
Yun Cang cast one last glance at the azure stone Dao Platform, then looked toward Illusory Visage, Mingdu, and Pure Source, who seemed to have some connection. His gaze grew grave, and he had already made his decision.
Even if I defeat Ancient Hua, I fear this strand of mystic qi will still be beyond my reach.
His resolve settled. He immediately swore upon his true spirit that he would withdraw and never return, his teeth almost