His face was shrouded in gray mist, and the aura emanating from him was lofty, remote, and impossible to trace.
"Old Demon Xue Jue, it has been a long time."
"I never imagined you would ultimately set foot on this path."
"Our broken bodies ought to be buried in the river of years. Let us leave a perfect world for those who come after us!"
The Daoist tapped one foot against the void. As ripples spread, his figure appeared behind Xue Jue.
His air of immortal grace and Daoist bearing was displayed to the fullest.
Crimson-gold light spilled from Xue Jue's entire body, and then a golden figure drifted out of that fleshly vessel.
Xue Jue's Primordial Spirit separated from Tu Ran's body and floated in the void. Changming looked at the few gray threads staining that golden Primordial Spirit.
"Your Primordial Spirit has been corrupted. This must be karmic retribution."
He shook his head and turned his gaze to the golden Primordial Spirit, his expression utterly tranquil.
"You are nothing but a wisp of lingering obsession, yet you dare bark so wildly here."
"Could you truly have mistaken yourself for Changming?"
"If this Spirit-Absorbing Formation had not constantly drained our flesh and blood, how could you ever have been born?"
"What right do you have to speak to me here?"
Xue Jue's eyes brimmed with fury as he stared at the Daoist before him, wishing he could slice him into a thousand pieces, devour his flesh, and drink his blood.
Changming said nothing. He merely turned the whisk in his hand, and its three thousand strands plunged straight into the void like the Three Thousand Great Daos.
With a turn of his sleeve, heaven and earth instantly overturned, cause and effect reversed, and Heaven's Collapse descended.
The Spirit-Absorbing Formation