Lightning spread, its thunder shaking the heavens.
The old Celestial Master drew a talisman by hand and swept his arm.
"Off you go!"
The thick lightning whip transformed into Water-Shaped Lightning.
It grew smaller and smaller, yet increasingly violent.
Not a single demon dared set half a foot into the Thunder Pool, and none of the Demon Race dared approach within dozens of yards of the White Jade Capital.
With every flash of lightning, the surroundings turned a blinding white.
In an instant, everything before their eyes went white, and nothing could be seen.
There was only the rumbling of thunder, and a swath of the demon army was reduced to dust.
"What do you think of this move of mine?"
The old Celestial Master reached out.
The Flying Sword on the tenth floor of the White Jade Capital let out a cicada's hum.
Then it abruptly flew before the old Celestial Master.
He gripped the sword and held it across his chest.
The old Celestial Master glanced at Li Ping'an. "Can you still hold on?"
The White Jade Capital had acknowledged a master.
There was no smoke without fire in the rumors circulating outside.
The claim that several generations of Celestial Masters on Dragon-Tiger Mountain had been unable to fully control the White Jade Capital was no lie.
The White Jade Capital spent most of its time asleep, and the old Celestial Master could not wake it at all.
He had thought his disciple Qin Shi might have a chance to awaken the White Jade Capital someday.
Who would have thought an outsider would claim it instead?
So now, if Li Ping'an could no longer hold on...
If the White Jade Capital returned to his body, or he could no longer sustain these ten floors and one city, there