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Mo Yuan held a concave mirror-shaped Dharma Treasure in his right palm. Countless profound patterns like Thunder and Lightning covered it. The mirror surface seemed both divided by those patterns into thirty-six inner sections and one hundred and eight outer sections, and yet perfectly whole—a condensed concentration of the thunderbolts of all heavens, containing an exceedingly terrifying aura. It was his natal Dharma Treasure, the Heavenly God Thunder Mirror.
Every section of the Heavenly God Thunder Mirror lit up at once. Golden, silver, crimson, white, azure, black, and other colors of lightning emerged, transforming into electric serpents that coiled around him. A violet bolt as thick as a finger slithered through Mo Yuan's palm, like the sovereign of all heavenly thunderbolts.
Mo Yuan spoke calmly, without alarm or fear. "Fellow Daoists, why have you been secretly following me?"
Each of the two cultivators had four layers of Vow-Power Treasure Light behind their heads. Golden, azure, white, and crimson radiance mingled together, carrying soft yet serene, liberated, sacred implications. One could tell at a glance that they were Divine Path Cultivators, and their terrifying auras suggested they were Gods who had passed Three Tribulations.
One of them, a tall and gaunt man like a bamboo pole, laughed heartily. "Fellow Daoist Mo, don't think you can muddle through by playing dumb. Do you truly fail to recognize us as Gods of the Divine Emperor Great World? At a time like this, shouldn't you strike decisively and resolutely, use speed against slowness, and fight for that sliver of a chance? Only then might you escape alive!"
As he spoke, he brought forth his natal Dharma Treasure, the Seven Treasures Golden Pagoda. The four wheels of Vow-Power Treasure Light behind his head each transformed into