"Woooo..." When the pillar of light struck the pillar of clouds, it did not stir up any vast waves. Instead, the sound reverberating between Heaven and Earth abruptly vanished, as though something had plugged up its source. Looking again at the bright pillar of light, dazzling as the morning star, it seemed to be obscured by dark clouds, as if stained by wisps of cloud. The black cloud threads first touched the countless bowl-thick pillars of light, then spread rapidly downward, drowning out their watery blue radiance. Most remarkably, those frail-looking cloud threads seemed to possess the weight of ten thousand jun; the mighty assault of the light pillars was stopped the instant it met them, unable to surge upward even half an inch further.
"Hmm?" The elderly Daoist-robed man looked somewhat startled. Immediately afterward, the watery blue radiance around the four mountain peaks flared brilliantly once more.
Yet before the radiance from the four peaks could form a vortex between them to lend its aid, the white cloud threads that followed rushed into the pitch-black ones, instantly dyeing the top of the enormous pillar of light a grayish-white. "Shua..." A faint sound arose, like clear spring water washing away dust, and also like countless silkworm larvae devouring mulberry leaves. Layer upon layer of sound filled the skies! The pillar of light, which had merely been obscured moments before, now collapsed in an instant, vanishing inch by inch, foot by foot, zhang by zhang. Strangely, the pillars of light were not completely annihilated—they were drawn into the gray cloud threads instead! In mere moments, the cloud threads swelled ever larger, and the clouds grew even denser!
"This... this..." The elderly Daoist-robed man was plainly aghast. "What... what kind of technique is this?"
"Gaga, the methods of our Daoist sect reach