Thunderclouds suddenly covered the top of the mountain, and seven purple lightnings split open the mountain-protecting formation. Chu Zhaoran felt burning pain in his chest, and the smell of rust filled his throat. He saw the blood mist he spit out condensed into the shadow of a phoenix in mid-air, its wings flapping and singing through the clouds.
"The Taichu Xuanhuang Body!" Elder Discipline's exclamation was mixed with the thunder. Chu Zhaoran turned around to escape, but ran into a net woven with golden threads all over the sky. Twelve bright soul lanterns rose in the direction of Yuqing Hall, which were the most precious treasures used by the sect only when arresting traitors.
The green-scaled snake suddenly swelled three feet and swallowed the bloody jade pendant in one gulp. Chu Zhaoran's Dantian was shaken violently, and the spiritual energy that had been stagnant for three years surged like a bursting river. He watched helplessly as the glazed pure fire ignited in his palm, and the immortal-binding ropes that were said to be able to trap the Yuanying monks turned into dust.
"Go north." The little snake's voice was weak but urgent, "The Moyuan Rift has the answer you want." When Chu Zhaoran was rising on the wind, he caught a glimpse of the figure in white kneeling in front of the mountain gate. The jade hairpin in Su Muxue's hair was broken into powder. She leaned on the ground with her sword, blood was bleeding from the corner of her mouth but she was still breaking the restriction.
Outside the sky, ripples appeared in the sky-viewing mirror in the hand of the golden-armored god general. The mirror reflected the true phoenix fire above the cold pool, illuminating the immortal pattern between his eyebrows that flickered on and off. "Report to the Heavenly Punisher, the son of a fugitive... Has appeared."
