The contingency array laid down by a Void Refining True Monarch was incomparably exquisite.
As long as Taisui's true body did not perish, the Soul-Hooking Po-Pinning Formation would never cease.
This was because the array's energy drew upon the immense vitality within Taisui's physical body, using that very power to pin Taisui's soul. Such methods were inconceivable to even hear of. It was equivalent to using Taisui's flesh as a prison to confine its own soul—using the body as a cage, hooking the hun and pinning the po!
Under normal circumstances, Golden Core cultivators like Luo Chen would have had no way to crack it.
However!
Having suffered the agony of soul entrapment for countless years, Taisui had devised a strategy.
As long as the strength of the true body was whittled down, the power of the Soul-Hooking Po-Pinning Formation would inevitably weaken. When the time came, by coordinating from within and without, the true body's divine soul could be transferred into Ding Yi's avatar. Deprived of its target, the grand formation would collapse on its own. Afterward, they could retrieve the true body and merge it with the divine soul, completing a golden cicada's molt!
Once Taisui explained this premise, it earned the approval of Luo Chen and the others.
The array succeeded because of the terrifying vitality contained in Taisui's true body, and it would likewise fail because its power source was that very same body.
What Luo Chen and the others needed to do now was figure out how to diminish the physical power of Taisui's true body.
To this end, through centuries of scheming, Taisui had long prepared a countermeasure.
"This Thirty-Six Golden Altars Reincarnation Formation is the ultimate counter to my wood-attributed flesh. As long as we take it slow, shaving flesh with a dull knife, paired with the cooperation of my avatar, it will certainly bring my soul to the point of escaping confinement," Taisui said leisurely.
Behind him, Cave Master Moyun moved among the golden altars, activating each array in turn.
At the core of the formation, low-grade magic treasures served as suppressive anchors—amounting to thirty-six magic treasures in all!
Even if they were only low-grade, such an outlay was astounding, for every single one was either purely metal-attributed or contained metal-attribute essence! Not only that, before entering the array, Taisui had handed Cave Master Moyun an entire storage bag of top-grade spirit stones and several metal-attribute supreme-grade spirit stones.
For this day, he had painstakingly schemed for three hundred years!
With the grand array not yet fully engaged, Luo Chen had a moment of leisure. Marvelling at such tremendous expenditure, he asked about the particulars.
"Was Ding Yi truly willing to squander his savings like this?"
Taisui kept his eyes closed and said in a muffled voice, "Of course he wasn't. At every waking moment, he plotted to rid himself of my remnant consciousness. Buying the Dust-Descending Pellet from you was nothing more than a futile struggle. Yet, how many people in this world can resist my allure?"
Luo Chen was surprised. "Allure?"
Taisui smiled faintly. "Indeed. The fame of Taisui as an elixir is renowned throughout the cultivation world. Reviving the dead, flesh from bare bones—it is hailed as possessing the power of creation. Of course, such rumors are somewhat exaggerated, but the terrifying vitality within my true body was genuinely accumulated by touching upon the laws of the wood element. Did you truly believe Ding Yi came to the Land of the Fallen Demon just to resolve my remnant consciousness? In truth, he coveted my true body, desiring to refine it into medicine to make an elixir capable of assaulting the Nascent Soul realm."
Luo Chen was stunned.
Yet looking at the lump of white flesh that resembled meat jelly before him, he had no choice but to believe it. He could sense that the thing truly contained an unfathomable, terrifying vitality—many times greater than his own Desolate Ancient Tier 4 physique!
*The power of the wood element's laws?* Luo Chen murmured inward.
Right then, the Thirty-Six Golden Altars Reincarnation Formation stood ready.
With a low shout from Cave Master Moyun, a ray of golden light surged upward, shrouding Taisui's true body.
Among the five elements, metal conquered wood.
Under the sudden pressure of the array, Taisui's true body immediately prepared to resist. But the remnant consciousness residing in Ding Yi issued a command, forcefully suppressing the body's instinct to fight back.
*Whoosh!*
The golden light descended. As the white ball of flesh trembled, its aura plummeted. Visibly, a chunk of the flesh ball was severed and separated.
The Golden Altars Reincarnation Formation had taken effect.
Seizing this opportunity, spiritual light blossomed in Luo Chen's eyes as he stared unblinkingly at Taisui's true body, observing the shifts in the Soul-Hooking Po-Pinning Formation.
*It seems... somewhat weakened?*
"Not enough! Cave Master, please continue!" Taisui barked in a low voice.
Cave Master Moyun did not hesitate, activating the next Golden Altars Reincarnation Formation. Under his control, golden lights rose and fell in succession, relentlessly crashing onto Taisui's true body.
To suppress the body's resistance, the remnant consciousness poured out all its strength, its expression turning increasingly ferocious.
Luo Chen watched from the sidelines, directing most of his attention toward dissecting the formation. Under his scrutiny, he vaguely glimpsed a fraction of the array's essence.
*The Heaven Refining Demon Lord extracted Taisui's vitality and transformed it into seven illusory, rusted golden nails to pin Taisui's seven po. Then, using the body as a prison, he locked its three hun. Thus, he constructed a flawless, seamless formation. Could I arrange a similar array?*
Thoughts surged through Luo Chen's mind. He pooled together his deep understanding of array formations, attempting to extrapolate from this or grasp even a superficial understanding. But the result left him somewhat frustrated.
He had no idea how to convert the physical essence and vitality of the flesh into illusory mental power. He could not condense those illusory golden nails.
Perhaps Han Zhan could?
He relayed this conjecture to him, and Han Zhan gave his answer.
"I cannot achieve such a transformation from the tangible to the formless either. That touches upon the level of laws. In fact, if not for Taisui's own cooperation and this method of pulling the firewood from beneath the cauldron to destroy the formation's foundation, you wouldn't stand the slightest chance of breaking it. However, this array does offer me a sliver of inspiration..."
Curious, Luo Chen asked, "What inspiration?"
"Heh, inspiration is merely inspiration because it hasn't been realized. I don't even know if it is right or wrong, so how could I recount it to you?" Han Zhan chuckled softly and asked in return, "Why, do you wish to replicate this array?"
Luo Chen replied, "I wouldn't dare."
Han Zhan did not dwell on it, remarking instead, "In my view, such methods represent the application of the fundamental nature of power. Even if low-tier cultivators like us cannot comprehend the essence of that power, we can employ tools to achieve a similar effect while knowing the 'how' without needing the 'why.'"
It sounded somewhat obscure.
Yet Luo Chen was no longer the ignorant Qi Refining junior of the past; he vaguely understood Han Zhan's general meaning.
Tools...
"Could Senior be referring to soul-type magic treasures like the Lanke Black Chess Piece?"
"You are quite clever," Han Zhan praised. "However, such treasures are exceedingly rare in this world. Even though my Luoyun Sect specialized in soul refinement techniques, we still lacked relevant treasures. That my Soul-Splitting Technique has long been unable to reach Great Circle is partly due to this."
To cultivate the Soul-Splitting Technique to Great Circle required relevant soul-type magic treasures.
Luo Chen noted down this information, then reflected upon himself.
Soul-type magic treasures were indeed rare, especially defensive ones. But offensive soul-type magic treasures did occasionally surface in the cultivation world, even if their grade was not particularly high. As it happened, he possessed one.
*If I can master even thirty percent of this Soul-Hooking Po-Pinning Formation's essence and unleash it through an external object, it should be enough to replace Mirror Flower, Water Moon.*
Mirror Flower, Water Moon was powerful, capable of catching enemies unaware in battle. However, once backlashed, the harm was immense. Hence, when fighting above his realm, Luo Chen rarely used the technique unless driven to absolute extremity. Against peers in the Golden Core realm, his other means were more than enough to crush them. Over time, this illusion art rooted in his eyes—which he had painstakingly cultivated to Great Circle—had gradually grown redundant.
If he had a substitute that relied on an external vessel and would not cause personal backlash, it could make up for his shortcomings in soul attacks.
With this thought in mind, Luo Chen observed with even greater meticulousness. His spiritual eyes did not blink for a moment, to the point of feeling dry and parched.
Time trickled by.
Within the cavern of the Fallen Demon Abyss, more than half of the thirty-six Golden Altars Reincarnation Formations had been triggered. Cave Master Moyun had utterly drained three supreme-grade metal spirit stones, to say nothing of the entire bag of top-grade spirit stones.
On Taisui's side, the changes were even more pronounced.
The true body lay in a shattered, fragmented state. Of the seven nails, four had already dissolved, while the remaining three grew increasingly translucent, visibly teetering on the verge of collapse.
The avatar occupying Ding Yi's body was like a candle flickering in the wind, its back hunched and trembling. Sweat drops the size of pearls dripped relentlessly from his face, shattering into droplets on the floor. One could only imagine how arduous it was for the remnant consciousness to suppress the true body's resistance.
*Buzz...*
As another golden nail dispersed, Taisui let out a muffled grunt and said slowly, "Demonic Lord Qingyang, prepare on your end."
"Understood."
The answer was a simple, flat acknowledgment.
Taisui said no more. With a low roar, he pinched a hand seal.
The next instant, stalks of lingzhi and patches of green moss flew in from outside the cave, converging toward his person. These were all fragments of power that Taisui had forcefully severed from his true body over the millennia to lighten the burden of suppression. Now, they gathered one by one into Ding Yi's flesh to serve as reserve strength.
"Eh?"
Luo Chen uttered a soft gasp as the spiritual light of his protective barrier flickered. Vaguely, tiny specks imperceptible to the naked eye lingered just outside it.
Right then, Taisui's voice sounded again.
"Do not resist. Those are also portions of my split power. Later, when you deploy the Spirit-Blocking Formation, you may come under attack by the Soul-Hooking Po-Pinning Formation. With this power upon you, it will not identify you as an enemy."
Luo Chen hesitated slightly.
Taisui murmured, "This is a battle between it and me. An outsider intervening might easily suffer collateral damage. It is best that you carry my aura."
Luo Chen pursed his lips and lowered his barrier, allowing those invisible specks to settle on him. Extending his divine sense, he saw they were exceedingly minute particles.
*Spores?*
The moment this thought emerged, Luo Chen's attention was drawn by Cave Master Moyun's movements.
Another Golden Altars Reincarnation Formation roared to life!
...
Time flew like a white steed passing a crevice.
When the final Golden Altars Reincarnation Formation within the cave lit up, it signaled that this endeavor had reached its conclusion.
Taisui's eyes brimmed with anticipation.
He could feel that the might of the Soul-Hooking Po-Pinning Formation had been weakened to the absolute minimum. Even though his true body was shattered, the divine soul that had lain dormant for countless years was slowly awakening.
Only one step remained!
Suddenly, Cave Master Moyun held his hand seal without releasing it.
"Now that we have reached this point, shouldn't you hand over the method to enter the heritage grounds?"
Taisui seemed to have anticipated this turn of events long ago. He was not overly surprised, showing only a flash of irritation. "You are far too impatient."
With that, he transmitted his divine sense across.
Watching this, Luo Chen paid it little mind, for his turn had arrived. Whether they could ward off the Soul-Hooking Po-Pinning Formation's pursuit depended entirely on his Spirit-Blocking Formation.
A moment later, after hearing Taisui's explanation, Cave Master Moyun's face flickered with doubt and suspicion.
"Inside the tornado? Are you trying to trick me? How dangerous it is in there—even without entering, this old man can sense it!"
These words were not transmitted secretly, but asked aloud.
Even Luo Chen heard them loud and clear.
Taisui said deeply, "As long as you follow the method I taught you and drive the magic treasure you refined beforehand, you can enter the heritage grounds unimpeded. There is no need to worry about me deceiving you."
Cave Master Moyun hesitated for a moment before his gaze gradually hardened. "I trust an existence like you would not stoop to such trivial deception."
With that, he unleashed the hand seal.
The next instant, a golden axe chopped down through the air.
There was no great sound, yet in the hearts of all three, a crisp crack seemed to echo.
The final illusory nail had shattered.
"Qingyang, quickly!" Taisui roared in a low voice, jabbing a finger against his glabella.
Instantly, wild winds surged through the cave.
A divine soul, almost solid to the eye, slowly rose from the shattered true body of Taisui. Accompanying its emergence was a loud clattering of chains. Illusory chains tipped with hooks dragged tightly against the colossal divine soul. As it floated out, its movements were extraordinarily sluggish, drifting inch by inch toward Ding Yi's flesh. Wherever it passed, the illusory hooked chains pulled back on it, making every step faltering.
Watching this scene, Luo Chen could not help but swallow dryly.
*Had the divine soul of a Tier 5 Taisui reached such a state, where an illusory soul showed signs of turning solid?*
His awe lasted only an instant.
The Spirit-Blocking Formation had already activated.
Under his control, the array enveloped Taisui's divine soul like a filter, plucking off the feeble hooked chains that had been deprived of their vast vitality reserves one by one. The colossal soul advanced bit by bit, breaking free of its shackles. Finally, it emerged from the Spirit-Blocking Formation and arduously merged into Ding Yi's body.
Almost the instant it merged, the shattered true body lying in the center of the cavern flashed with vibrant green light, restoring itself in the blink of an eye.
It was as if the damage inflicted by the Thirty-Six Golden Altars Reincarnation Formation had been nothing more than a passing drizzle.
At that very moment, Luo Chen's expression shifted slightly.
The same green light began to shimmer across his own body.
It was the power of Taisui that had attached to him earlier.
"What is the meaning of this!" Luo Chen shouted in anger.
Taisui turned a deaf ear, eyes still shut, seemingly adapting to his body.
Near the cave entrance, the pale-faced Cave Master Moyun glanced at the two of them, then dashed outward without uttering a single word.
He did not look back once!
After his departure, Taisui slowly opened his eyes, his greedy gaze falling upon Luo Chen.
"Even after years of conditioning, this body of Ding Yi's is far too strained to accommodate my colossal divine soul. And before leaving the Land of the Fallen Demon, I cannot yet merge with my true body. This desolate beast physique of yours is clearly a better—perhaps the absolute best—vessel. Fellow Daoist, I shall gladly accept it!"
As he spoke, he slowly raised a finger toward Luo Chen.
Yet before he could trigger the green light, clusters of cyan flames erupted across Luo Chen's body.
Under these cyan flames, the faint green lights were like dry kindling meeting a raging blaze, igniting instantly. Amidst the flickering fire and smoke, his red robe transformed into black armor.
Luo Chen's gaze turned chillingly cold. Rising abruptly, he unleashed a punch.
"Did you truly believe Luo had no guard against you?"
Instantly, wind and thunder roared within the cavern.
The distance between them had been mere paces to begin with, no more than one or two zhang. At such proximity, the berserk might of Luo Chen's physical body was brought to bear with devastating perfection.
With just a single punch—
*Boom!*
Taisui was blasted backward like a tattered sack, crashing violently into the cavern wall.
A gaping hole appeared right through his chest and abdomen.
Luo Chen slowly drew back his hand, clutching a golden core, and squeezed gently.
*Crack!*
The Golden Core that Ding Yi had painstakingly cultivated for centuries abruptly shattered.
Pure magic power vented outward, churning up a surging wave of air in the cavern. Under such a strike, any ordinary cultivator—even a Nascent Soul expert—would have been thoroughly dead.
Yet Taisui fluttered lightly down to the ground. Glancing at the gaping hole in his midsection, he merely shook his head.
"Why bother? It is nothing more than the struggle of a cornered beast!"
Right then, a shrill sword chime rang out.
From the sword box on Luo Chen's back, seven streaks of baleful qi emerged, shooting forward like falling stars.
Seeing this, Taisui sneered. "Such an elementary trick, yet you dare display it before me?"
The next instant, however, his expression shifted.
The seven streaks of baleful qi crisscrossed through the air currents, faintly constructing a sword array. That sword array radiated chilling baleful qi and soaring sword intent, its might coiled and ready to strike.
*No, this is definitely not Luo Chen's method!*
He remembered clearly that on the previous occasions Luo Chen had unleashed this set of flying sword magic treasures, its power had been quite ordinary.
Yet right now...
Could it be the doing of the other person hidden on Luo Chen's person?
Suddenly, his eyes nearly tore at the corners!
The sword array was not aimed at him; it was hurtling straight toward his true body.
"Stop!"
With a furious roar, Taisui lurched forward, lunging straight across. But after rushing only several zhang, he realized something was amiss.
*Attack where the enemy must save, yet keep the true target in sight!*
Sure enough, the sword array wheeled back, descending directly over Taisui's corpulent frame.
In an instant, flesh tore and bone was laid bare.
"I underestimated you," Taisui ground his teeth. Clapping his hands together, he unfurled a massive green umbrella.
He could feel the immense might of this sword array; it was not inferior to the techniques of any Nascent Soul cultivator. Even if his true body faced it in person, it would have to tread carefully, let alone this avatar that had only just integrated.
Amidst the surging shockwaves, a streak of black light pierced the air.
"Hmph!"
Taisui snorted coldly and spat out a breath. The black light instantly decelerated, revealing its form midair.
It was none other than a black nail.
*A nail?*
Taisui's entire body shuddered, instinctively feeling a wave of revulsion.
Right at that moment, Luo Chen burst through the air currents, his five fingers splaying into a bare palm. He slammed a heavy strike... directly against that black nail.
Empowered by terrifying brute force, the black nail pierced through layers of resistance, plunging into Taisui's glabella in an instant.
"Aaaahhh!"
A shrill shriek nearly shattered the eardrums.
Luo Chen snorted coldly and retreated swiftly, harboring no intention of pressing for a total kill. Taisui's divine soul was simply too immense; relying on this single low-grade Soul Breaking Nail was unlikely to destroy him completely. Taking advantage of the fact that the other could currently wield only a fraction of Ding Yi's former strength, temporarily suppressing him was enough.
His hand brushed against an object—cold and soft.
With a flash of spiritual light, the item vanished from the spot.
"Fellow Daoist, I shall gladly accept your body! No need to see me off!"
Before his voice had even faded, Luo Chen had already shot out of the cavern. As he departed, he swung his palm backward, bringing the mountain cave crashing down.
After he left, boulders rolled and a deluge of rubble descended, completely burying the cavern.
Several breaths later—
*Bang!*
With a loud explosion, Taisui strode out from the dust and debris, the black nail at his brow having been forced out by a third. His face, dark as still water, was etched with fury.
His true body had been snatched away!
He had set his sights on Luo Chen's desolate beast physique, yet the other had simultaneously targeted the Taisui body he had cultivated for ten thousand years. The so-called oaths and promises had terminated the moment his divine soul broke free. Now, he had truly lost both his pawn and his prize.
Reaching up, he gripped the black nail and pulled it out inch by inch.
"Aaagh..."
Amidst continuous shrieks of agony, the black nail finally clattered to the ground.
Gazing out into the sunless, gloomy abyss, Taisui growled in a low voice, "You cannot run!"
With a single thought, specks of green fluorescence flared up within the pitch-black abyss. These were all the fragments of power he had split off over the past centuries, permeating the entirety of the Fallen Demon Abyss.
Demonic Lord Qingyang was still caught like a turtle in a jar!
...
Within the abyss, a figure soared skyward.
Luo Chen's face was flushed with delight.
He had obtained it! He had finally obtained this Tier 5 Taisui.
Taisui had coveted his desolate beast physique, so how could he not have harbored a similar thought? Along the way, Taisui had probed his limits repeatedly and even made crossing-the-line attempts; he had endured it all precisely for today. As for the fight, though there had been surprises, the outcome remained within his expectations.
As early as when they were in the Blazing Purgatory, he had noticed that the other seemed to loathe that environment intensely. In other words, fire spirits held an immense countering effect against Taisui.
Originally, Luo Chen had planned to exhaust his Wither-Bloom True Fire in a duel against the creature, but after observing the Soul-Hooking Po-Pinning Formation, another idea had struck him.
The Soul Breaking Nail!
This magic treasure originated from Helian Yun, Great Elder of the Lianyun Merchant Alliance, during the battle at the Great Snow Mountain. At that time, the opponent had unleashed the Qi Breaking, Armor Breaking, and Soul Breaking nails in one breath. After Helian Yun died in battle, Luo Chen had naturally claimed the corresponding spoils. In subsequent battles, both the Qi Breaking and Armor Breaking nails had been destroyed, and the Soul Breaking Nail had been shelved.
This time, a stroke of inspiration had struck Luo Chen. Using a method analogous to the Soul-Hooking Po-Pinning Formation to drive the nail into Taisui's divine soul had yielded unexpected results, buying him the time to seize Taisui's physical body.
"You should consider yourself fortunate that his power was continuously dispersed over centuries, and that you shattered Ding Yi's Golden Core beforehand. Otherwise, taking such a risk to pull chestnuts from the fire would very likely have ended in failure, even with this old man's assistance," Han Zhan's voice echoed beside his ear.
Luo Chen laughed heartily. "Had he not shown such a state of weakness, how would I have harbored such malicious intent? Now that the deed is done, let us slip away!"
Amidst his clear laughter, Luo Chen's wings beat furiously, carrying him away with even greater haste.
...
One incense stick of time later.
Luo Chen retreated back down into the abyss with a grim expression. The smile on his face had long vanished, replaced by the complete activation of his Yinwei Formation.
Han Zhan smiled bitterly. "How could such an existence be easy to deal with? You should have anticipated this long ago."
Luo Chen remained silent as cyan flames erupted across his body once more.
*Hiss!*
A mushroom that had just sprouted on his arm was instantly incinerated to ash.
Just moments ago, as he had attempted to fly out of the abyss, a colossal mushroom had emerged from who knew where, blocking his path. That mushroom was formidable, but bursting forth with all his strength, Luo Chen had still dismantled it without fear. Yet after destroying it, tiny mushrooms had somehow begun growing upon his person.
These mushrooms constantly siphoned his magic power. Had the Wither-Bloom True Fire not held them in check, Luo Chen would likely have been turned into a mushroom man by now.
And such existences were steadily surfacing throughout the abyss, inside and out.
Luo Chen understood that these things were all fragments of power that Taisui had forcefully severed to escape confinement over hundreds of years, just like the remnant consciousness upon Ding Yi. These severed powers were not so strong as to be irresistible, yet that bizarre energy...
*Could that be the so-called power of laws? But wasn't it said that ordinary wood and stone spirits, even upon reaching Tier 5, could not harness the laws within their bodies?*
Another mushroom sprouted from his head.
Luo Chen brushed it with his hand, cyan flames swirling and exuding an exotic fragrance. Given enough time, he could surely eliminate this power with his reinforced Wither-Bloom True Fire. But time was the one thing he lacked.
"I cannot engage these things any further. Killing them is impossible, and it only weakens my magic power."
Han Zhan asked, "Then how do you intend to leave this abyss?"
Luo Chen's gaze swept his surroundings.
At the cliff's peak, countless Taisui avatars were beginning to converge. If commanded and manipulated by Taisui's divine soul, those avatars would undoubtedly become even more terrifying.
As for the bottom of the abyss—
Luo Chen needed only one glance before retracting his gaze with a palpitating heart.
Finally, he looked toward the colossal spiritual energy tornado bridging heaven and earth.
Gritting his teeth, he turned his head to pick another direction. Yet a tea's time later, several faint green lights drifted over, accompanied by vague voices.
"You cannot escape... You cannot escape..."
"Give it back! Give my body back to me!"
Looking at these Taisui incarnations—the weakest rivaling Golden Core cultivators and the strongest matching Tier 4 fire spirits—Luo Chen was forced to retreat. He did not fear a direct clash; even if a Nascent Soul cultivator stood before him, he would dare to fight. But this power, which clung like maggots to bone once touched and drained both magic power and blood essence, was something he did not want to touch ever again.
"Consider yourselves ruthless!"
Luo Chen cursed under his breath and shot straight toward the sky-piercing tornado.
Han Zhan watched silently, murmuring in his heart, *I fear this was the decision your subconscious truly desired all along!*
...
Several breaths later.
Taisui, piloting his plump body, arrived outside the spiritual energy tornado.
His robes flapped violently in the gale, and the flesh on his face trembled incessantly.
"Damn it, he really went in!"
Cursing, Taisui found himself caught in a dilemma.
Finally, he looked toward the hundreds of green lights gathering around him, growing more numerous by the second.
"If I wish to leave the Land of the Fallen Demon, Mingzhao Heaven is my only path. The Soul-Hooking Po-Pinning Formation is gone, and without the attraction of my true body, the True Monarch's restrictions should no longer be triggered. Let us give it a try!"
Gritting his teeth, Taisui opened his mouth.
The next instant, the hundreds of green lights began converging toward him. His body ballooned rapidly like an inflated bladder, and the gaping wound in his chest and abdomen blown open by Luo Chen was gradually filled with regenerating flesh.
His aura surged relentlessly!
In the blink of an eye, it surpassed the Golden Core realm, reaching early Nascent Soul, mid Nascent Soul, and climbing straight to the peak of the mid Nascent Soul realm.
Yet when it came to that final step, he simply could not cross it.
Taisui cursed under his breath once more, then stepped cautiously into the tornado.
Spiritual energy swept around him, and after merely a few rotations, Taisui's figure vanished entirely without a trace.
Chapter 681