Chapter 378: Took the Wrong Turn, My Apologies! When the Moment Comes, One Must Be Bold! The Southern Vermilion Bird Fire Virtue Formation.
Her regret was boundless, she wished she could rip out her own intestines in remorse. If she could live her life over again, what revenge for a slain husband? What Daoist from Qingyun Temple? She wouldn’t care about any of it! She would stay far, far away from Wei City, and even farther from that woman!
The young scholar and the burly, bearded man were both Grand Stewards of the Bare Body Sect, their ranks second only to the Four Heavenly Kings themselves.
Yet even they, faced with a woman who could shatter a spiritual artifact with one hand and seize a manifested primordial spirit with ease, were utterly terrified!
They had seen the Sect Mistress take action before, but even she could not match this kind of dreadful, godlike power. Only a cultivator of the third realm, one who had formed a Yang Spirit, could possibly exude such overwhelming might.
The young scholar collapsed to his knees, his bones on the verge of shattering, blood streaming from his seven orifices.
The divine aura pressed down upon him like a mountain, and for those who practiced unorthodox paths like them, it was a hundred times worse!
His eyes turned pitch-dark, his lips moving rapidly as he chanted in a strange, guttural tongue. The incomprehensible syllables spilled from his mouth, and the crushing, mountain-like pressure upon his body eased slightly.
He pulled a talisman from his robe and poured his last spiritual strength into it. The runes upon it flared with an eerie light, then transformed into a streak of radiance, shooting straight into the depths of the cavern!
In that fleeting moment, he finally broke free from the suffocating divine oppression. His forehead slammed heavily against the ground, blood splattering across the stone.
“Zhang Jian, Grand Steward of the Bare Body Sect, humbly beseeches the descent of the Sect Master’s Dharma form!” the young scholar cried out, his voice hoarse and filled with desperate reverence.
Blood streamed from his seven orifices, and his face twisted into something grotesque and inhuman.
Rumble!