Even when Ying Jiaren brought out the altar and the female cultivator on it began pedaling the spinning wheel to spin yarn, her head was still buzzing.
One moment, she was thinking about Ying Jiaren's invitation, wondering whether she was sincere.
The next, she was thinking about those strange devices, wondering what it would feel like to use them with Tongtong.
Amid her wandering thoughts, she suddenly saw a red fountain.
"Why is there a red fountain?"
Ruo Jinghong looked toward the fountain.
Then she discovered that it was spurting out of the spinning woman's head.
One cultivator found the skullcap that had been blown off and tried to press it back into place.
Another poured spiritual medicine down her throat.
Another cast spells to heal her.
The altar was a flurry of activity.
But even more cultivators were casting spells to hold a white cloth in place.
The white cloth writhed and burned, trying to incinerate itself.
Ying Jiaren and the other cultivators unleashed all sorts of methods to suppress it.
"We've pinpointed the location!"
"They're in the Underworld corresponding to Bitter Cold City."
"They seem to have noticed something."
"It's a huge eyeball!"
"That eyeball keeps rolling around. It doesn't look like anything good!"
"Quick, activate the People-Crossing Scripture and attack!"
Bzzt, bzzt!
Gibber, gabber!
Hundreds upon thousands of Dao Seal Cultivators recited the People-Crossing Scripture.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Spears of the People-Crossing Scripture pierced the white cloth, then followed it across space and plunged straight into Vertical Eye's location in the Underworld.
Awooo!
On the white cloth, Vertical Eye's image rolled about, screaming.
The next instant, Vertical Eye sprouted legs and feet and tried to escape.
Ying Jiaren's pupils contracted. "Escape? Who gave you permission to escape?"
"Bitter Cold City isn't somewhere you can come and go