Shadows blotted out the sky, and demon light ran rampant.
This was a world woven from pure spirit. Under the influence of two realm divine abilities that had reached the utmost pinnacle, a tiny ghost realm and demon domain had already formed here, corroding and expanding, covering tangible reality little by little.
At the edges of this dark, lightless world, manifestations of demonic nature arose in countless bizarre, ever-changing forms, fighting and devouring the ghostly forms of Yin Marshals from the Gloomy Netherworld. The rippling light of color-loss had already engulfed most of the realm.
"[Law-Loss Deliverance Annihilation Colorless Devil Lord]. A truly first-rate inheritance of withering qi."
The man in moon-white robes gently raised his hand. Ghosts seemed to appear within his pure-white eyes.
The color-loss demon light had already spread along his palm, enveloping his hand and utterly stripping away the essence corresponding to his [right hand] in reality. Only his pure soul remained to sustain it.
"But this [color-loss] still falls short of [Great Simplicity]."
He cultivated hearing the nether and could almost dispense with his physical body entirely. So what if his Dharma Body was annihilated by color-loss? He merely had to leave this Dharma Body behind.
But if the light of Lesser Yang's Great Simplicity struck him, his soul would be erased along with it, leaving no possibility of restoration.
The azure wood staff stood before him and transformed into a willow. Strips of white hemp mourning cloth wound around the tips of its branches, which reached out like myriad ghostly hands, surrounding the man and blocking the spreading light of color-loss.
"That is the great Dao of Lesser Yang. How could ordinary people rival it? Still, [Color-Loss Annihilation Demon Light] is more than enough to deal with you."
Black snow drifted down, and a