Manifesting Divinity Before the People

Venerable Qingxuan narrowed his eyes. Vast mana, deep as the sea, pressed against the bulge as he sought to determine what exactly lay buried beneath the earth.

Yet the instant his mana touched the bulge, it vanished without a trace.

The Sanqing Temple disciples fell utterly silent, their gazes fixed upon Venerable Qingxuan.

Venerable Qingxuan possessed daoist bone and immortal style. He gripped a three-foot fly-whisk, while righteous Dharma Buddha power surged endlessly from within him, forming a thin mist around his body.

Only those who reached the Earthly Immortal realm could wield mana with complete mastery.

Though Venerable Qingxuan was the Sect Master of Sanqing Temple, he usually kept a low profile. Who would have thought his cultivation had already climbed to its peak?

By all appearances, the fiend stood no chance against Venerable Qingxuan.

"Disciples, heed my command."

"Use the formation to contact Daoist sects from all directions and discuss how to deal with the fiend's descent into the world."

The Sanqing Temple disciples were somewhat astonished. At that moment, countless cracks abruptly split open across the bulge at the bottom of the Evil Locking Pagoda, and blood slowly seeped out.

The scent of blood spread through the air. Not only was there no rotting stench, it was instead remarkably fragrant.

No matter how they looked at it, the fiend about to emerge had clearly suffered grave injuries. Why waste spirit stones contacting the other Daoist temples?

"This disciple understands."

Wu Qingfeng, Sanqing Temple's chief disciple, was the first to react. He hurriedly bowed in acknowledgment, then strode swiftly toward the mountain-guarding grand formation.

The surrounding Daoists froze for several breaths before following behind Wu Qingfeng.

As Venerable Qingxuan's personal disciple, Wu Qingfeng understood his master's mannerisms all too well. His master would only contact the leaders of