Deep in the chaos, he retreated to practice the Mythical Great Law, and his handprints formed a giant net covering thousands of miles of void. The moment the black thunder exploded, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect stumbled out from the mezzanine, and Huanglong Zhenren almost lost his whisk. Taiyi's eyes lit up and he urged him to go and pay his respects. Guangchengzi straightened his hat and said he should be respectful. I paused for a moment when I was gathering the clumped spiritual power - twelve golden lights in the distance were piercing this way.
