High above, the myriad manifestations gradually stabilized.
And the spectacle was magnificent beyond compare.
On Golden Ao Island below, the million-plus Jie Sect Disciples who had been writhing in agony actually forgot their terrible pain, no longer heeding the restless heart-demons eating away at their primordial spirits.
Every one of them tilted their head back, gazing up at that godlike figure with faces full of shock and awe.
Then a soft command, tinged with drunkenness, slipped from Gu Changqing's lips.
"By my decree."
There was no earth-shaking roar, no voice of the Dao that cowed their divine souls.
Those few words fell lightly, yet seemed to be the supreme decree of Heaven and Earth.
The instant his voice fell, Words Become Law!
Rumble...
Rumble...
Deep, weighty sounds of the Dao resounded, sinking into every living being's Dao heart with an indescribably wondrous power.
The densely packed golden runes surrounding Gu Changqing, vast as a sea of mist, all blazed with dazzling light at once, then began to circulate rapidly.
An even more wondrous sight unfolded.
From every profound golden rune descended a slender strand of golden divine radiance.
Each strand was fine as silk, yet bore an irresistible will as it pierced the void and descended toward the vast Golden Ao Island below.
Without exception, the other end of each strand landed precisely on the crown of a Jie Sect Disciple's head.
One person, one golden strand.
Not one too many, not one too few, not one off its mark.
At this inconceivable sight, Sect Master Tongtian and Sage Houtu exchanged another glance, each seeing the horror in the other's eyes.
A trace of uncertainty entered Houtu's cool voice.
"Fellow Daoist Changqing, is this... could he be forcibly separating the heart-demons from the disciples of the Interception Sect?"
It seemed