Above Jiepai Pass, all sound vanished.
After the Pangu Banner's killing intent was blocked by the phantom of the Beginningless Bell, the purple-gray bell light slowly receded, becoming an ancient bell pattern once more and sinking into Yunxiao's brow.
Yunxiao's face was deathly pale, and she swayed.
Qiongxiao and Bixiao caught her at the same time.
That strike had nearly drained all her mental strength.
But she could spare no attention for the pain that felt as though her primordial spirit were being torn apart. She only stared fixedly at the figure atop the Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage.
Would Yuanshi Tianzun wield the Pangu Banner again?
The Twenty-Four Seas of Bitterness churned ceaselessly within Zhao Gongming, his eyes likewise fixed on the sky.
The Three Xiao did not retreat.
Neither did he.
Before Jiepai Pass, countless Xiqi soldiers prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring even to breathe too heavily.
Before the camp gates.
Guangchengzi, Chijingzi, Taiyi Zhenren, and the other members of the Twelve Golden Immortals had their pipa bones pierced by the Yellow River Turbid Lock. They gazed at Yuanshi Tianzun with faces full of hope.
They were waiting for their master to save their lives.
They were also waiting for the Jade Void Palace to regain control of this game.
But in the next instant, Yuanshi Tianzun slowly withdrew the keen edges hanging from the Pangu Banner.
He did not look at the Three Xiao.
Nor did he look at Zhao Gongming.
Those cold eyes of a Sage looked beyond Jiepai Pass, beyond the Yellow River Formation, as though piercing through countless threads of karma to behold the source deeper within.
A cold snort rang out.
All the lingering yellow mist above Jiepai Pass sank.
Zhao Gongming's heart plummeted.
The bell pattern on Yunxiao's brow grew