Sword-Washing Creek became a silver whip.
It flew out from among Green Mountain Many Peaks.
Through the wind and snow.
Shattering starlight.
Breaking through the Void Realm.
It descended above the Turbid Waters, thousands of miles away.
The creek water became a whip, supremely yielding and supremely victorious, without form or intent.
Even as an immortal, Bairen could not evade it.
The silver whip struck her ankle, softly wound around it three times, tied a dead knot, then dragged her back among Green Mountain Many Peaks.
Her dress was slightly torn, golden light drifting from it. At that moment, the immortal looked somewhat bedraggled.
She stared at Jing Jiu and demanded in a low voice, "What the hell is this?"
"Before ascending, you left six Immortal Registers for Yunmeng Mountain," Jing Jiu said. "Naturally, when Green Mountain Sect's patriarchs ascended over the generations, they left a few things behind too."
His voice echoed through the wind and snow and among the peaks.
An uproar rose, followed by deathly silence.
Yes, Sword-Washing Creek was the Mountain-Guarding Law Treasure the Green Mountain Patriarch had left to his disciples.
If an immortal-level powerhouse truly came to run wild on Green Mountain, this whip could be used to strike them or bind them.
"Green Mountain Sect is far too devious!"
Bairen's face was somewhat pale. There was a hint of pain in her eyes, but more anger.
Before ascending, she had been the Zhongzhou Sect's Sect Master True Person, an ancestor of the Bai Household.
After ascending, she was a true immortal.
Even when she had been injured fighting Snow Ji earlier, she had not been as bedraggled as she was now.
An unimaginable pressure arose from her body and descended among the peaks, carrying golden light that seemed almost solid.
Her sleeves fluttered