Chapter 1139: Wu Guangbi’s Sword
Suddenly, the glow of the lotus lanterns within the hall dimmed all at once.
Wu Guangbi had already appeared inside the main hall.
He looked exactly the same as before, with his Daoist robe, tall crown, shaved head, wooden staff, and holy emblem.
Wu Guangbi shouted, “Which esteemed expert hides in the shadows? Why conceal yourself like a ghost? Come out and face me!”
As his voice faded, a sudden gale rose within the hall. The water in the pools rippled, curtains snapped loudly, and the flames in the lanterns flickered erratically. The wind converged into a vague humanoid shape.
From that silhouette, countless illusory lines weaved rapidly until a sharp outline emerged. Once the outline took shape, even finer strands branched out and continued to weave, filling in the blank spaces, like a master embroiderer painting with threads, gradually rendering finer details.
Next, the translucent threads began to shift in color and material, forming clothing, accessories, flesh, and skin. In the blink of an eye, a person stood before Wu Guangbi.
Diviners excelled in turning falsehood into reality. No matter how impossible something seemed, it could still be done.
It was Qi Xuansu’s yang spirit wielding the Green Cloud.
Wu Guangbi glared at the man. “Qi Xuansu!”
Immediately after, Zhang Yuelu entered the hall as well, drawing her sword, Purple Afterglow.
Wu Guangbi’s expression darkened, and a deep crease appeared between his brows.