The bottom half of Buzhou Mountain stood in the world, with a crystal altar standing on it. Elder Destiny stood in front of the altar, cut open the chest of a three-headed boa dragon, took out its heart and placed on it. Followed by Elder Destiny’s moves, tens of thousands of holy spirits and ancestor souls from Pan Xi world moved together and beheaded countless fierce wild beasts, which were weakened by the rain.
A strong gale rose and rolled up the blood of these beasts that sprayed on the altar. Swoosh! A purple stream of fire rose from the altar. The water-tank-sized fire stream rose to thousands of meter high. Meanwhile, the raindrops in the air were frozen by the coldness released from the purple fire, falling from the sky.
The compass of destiny floated above Elder Destiny’s head. The complicatedly structured compass had been spinning slowly, while strands of purple fire puffed out of the altar, drilling into the compass.