The Thunder Pavilion.
The gateway formed from azure sky thunder swiftly collapsed. The Grand Formation shattered, and the secret realm shook. The Asura blocking the gateway was grievously wounded: only one of his nine heads remained, and his thousand long arms of black flame had been reduced to a few hundred.
Lesser Yang's mysterious radiance burrowed ceaselessly through his wounds, transforming into Azure Gold treasure insects. They swelled his qi and depleted his blood, diminished his yin and awakened his yang, sending countless black flames seething through his meridians.
Huaman had never imagined that someone in the early Purple Mansion stage could be so troublesome.
Even with a Spirit Treasure in his opponent's hands, the difference in cultivation should have been undeniable. The two of them had been dispatched precisely to counter the Upper Firmament Sect's methods.
The lands of Sindhu had already been almost entirely occupied by dragons and serpents, becoming the private domain of the Heavenly Dragon Venerable.
The Good-Seeing Dharma Path had retreated to the northern fringes and relocated its temples to Ten Victories City. Naturally, it could no longer scheme for the central regions, so it could only turn its gaze toward the Western Sea through the pawns it had left behind long ago.
Now, however, the Upper Firmament Sect had disrupted its plans.
This True Person Azure Origin, who had appeared out of nowhere, possessed terrifying talent and ruthless methods. Breaking with the Upper Firmament Sect's former practice of holding fast to Qingshen, he had brought the Western Sea coast under his rule as well, greatly narrowing the scope of the Good-Seeing Dharma Path's schemes.
Had it been another Immortal Sect, they would not have dared attack so openly. But the Upper Firmament Sect had only one immobilized False Core cultivator left. Acting as it