Looking again at the sword diagram, the last Protector Heavenly King holding the Whirling Pot had finally turned to nothingness under the combined assault of the three Literary Sages—Duanmu Jishi, Changsun Ji, and Mo Xie. As the scant flesh and blood, streaked with golden threads, fell into the Divine Demon Blood Swamp, the Buddhist artifact Whirling Pot actually let out a howl and tried to fly out of the blockade. Duanmu Jishi raised a hand and pointed. An armored-inscription python dragon burst from the void, roaring as it opened its jaws to swallow the Buddhist artifact. Murong Jun, watching from nearby, hurriedly stopped him. "Brother Duanmu, release that Buddhist artifact and let it fly back to Changsheng Town!"
"Mm..." Duanmu Jishi pondered briefly, understood Murong Jun's intention, and raised his hand. The literary python shattered into scattered strokes that fell through the air, while ripples of distortion appeared throughout the nearby void. The sword pillars and cloud haze dimmed. Seizing the chance, the Whirling Pot transformed into a streak of Buddhist light and shot away. Its destination was exactly as the Literary Sages had expected: Changsheng Town.
Chu Yun looked around and saw that the tide had turned. Though the air remained thick with the stench of blood, and the flesh upon the sword diagram had not yet completely vanished, few Buddhist sect disciples were still struggling. The rest were making a stubborn stand. However, the Chu family's disciples and those of the other aristocratic families had already surrounded them. Before long, all the Buddhist sect disciples caught in the Divine Demon Blood Swamp's trap would presumably perish atop this flesh-devouring sword diagram.
Chu Yun thus flew into the sky and cupped his hands in salute. "Chu thanks all Fellow Immortals for lending a hand!"
"Ha ha..." Amid twisting light