Shicha Sea.
The battle still raged.
Yan Shisan stepped forward, and the configuration of wind and water within dozens of yards around him wavered slightly.
Countless golden, formless characters spread out before him.
These characters flickered without any discernible pattern.
They merely lit up faintly before exuding a vast, majestic aura.
Yan Shisan paid these characters no heed, walking toward the center one step at a time.
Though his steps were slow, they carried a rhythm.
Each footfall brought an invisible sense of oppression.
The next instant.
Shattered stones and dirt rained down like a meteor shower.
Crimson blood splashed everywhere, spattering the fractured ground.
Yan Shisan drove a fist straight out, his Fist Gang bursting into dazzling brilliance.
The ground looked as though an enormous blade had slashed across it, leaving a horrifying trench.
Withdrawing his fist, Yan Shisan released the breath in his chest.
Only ring after ring of ripples remained around him, spreading in every direction.
Trees, wind, broken stones, and shattered swords mingled together.
They churned into chaos, into a vast, indistinct haze.
Everything seemed to have been stirred together, losing its original form.
Yan Shisan headed straight for the enemy's main hall on Main Peak.
That jade cauldron stood upon the ancestral altar.
His eyesight was exceptional, and he could already faintly make out the spacious sanctuary.
A deity stood on either side, one holding a ritual flag, the other a precious vase.
Yan Shisan opened his palm, his mighty Fist Intent poised to strike.
His boundless Fist Intent seemed to condense into an enormous Dharma Body Golden Form that only a Qi Refining Practitioner could possess.
A majestic presence emanated from him, carrying a sacred, imposing aura.
It made the surrounding cultivators shudder, and they hurriedly retreated several yards.
Heavenly Baleful Star watched Yan