In that dazzling radiance, it seemed as if a Taoist was sitting, dignified and stately, still as the unmoving.
"Zhou Dao, this Spirit Talisman was bestowed by the Qiu ancestor, and I refuse to believe that you can break it," Wang Dongxuan bellowed with a surge of confidence, instantly regaining his footing.
"Qiu Ancestor!?" Zhou Dao's brows slightly furrowed, as he pondered.
He had heard that aside from Mi Jueluo, Dragon Tiger Mountain was home to another world class master yet to make an appearance, the so-called living fossil with the oldest credentials, the legend of the Five Ancestors of Dragon Tiger Mountain.
The so-called Qiu Ancestor was one of them.
"Dragon and Tiger summoning the gods, come forth!"
Wang Dongxuan clasped his hands together, and the brightly shining ancient Talisman burned fiercely, its fragments like a world of light drifting away, piece by piece, thread by thread, fiber by fiber... slowly merging into Wang Dongxuan's body.
Hum...