The two kept up their act for a long time, exchanging spells and blows for a full four hours. Both were covered in wounds. Though it was an act, it had begun to take on a touch of reality.
Intending to instruct him, Bai Yuxuan held nothing back, demonstrating the essentials of dragon combat as well as the arts of metal, water, and sonic attacks. Cheng Xinzhan, in turn, was eager to learn, so although it was an act, he gained a great deal from it.
Fighting a dragon was naturally no easy matter, especially a chi-dragon of the Fifth Washing. Cheng Xinzhan's magic power drained rapidly. Before he exhausted himself, he said,
"Lay Buddhist White, forgive my offense."
As Cheng Xinzhan spoke, he formed a Sword Art hand seal, preparing to destroy the chi-dragon's body.
"Daoist, please strike."
Bai Yuxuan spoke.
"Clouds Lock a Thousand Peaks!"
The Nether Capital once more became a raging storm, countless sword threads filling every corner of the Prison Void Realm.
With Bai Yuxuan's deliberate cooperation, her body swiftly perished like a paper kite battered by rain. Chi-dragon blood stained the clouds and rain, turning them into dazzling crimson clouds.
Amid the haze, Cheng Xinzhan swept his sleeve at the aged Primordial Spirit, whose golden light was no longer so brilliant. It appeared to be scattered by his sleeve, but in truth, it was drawn into the Supreme Celestial Capital Register concealed in his palm.
He turned his hand over, and the precious register entered his Inner Vision World, arriving within the Purple Tower and hiding behind the Mystic Non-Leaking Talisman. Cheng Xinzhan had already made preparations here: clouds and mist shrouded everything, and wind birds circled the tower.
Cheng Xinzhan summoned his spellfire and scattered it, turning the entire void realm into a