The projection of Yan Shouyi transformed into a radiant Great Sun, falling down majestically.
Just like the descent of the Golden Crow into the world, almost burning everything in the human realm to ashes.
Yet this intensely scorching power was incredibly refined, not leaking a single bit outward, and all of it surged towards Yu Long, the Loose Immortal.
There was only one target!
"No matter how powerful you are, you're just a projection after all," laughed Yu Long, the Loose Immortal, as he tossed an object in his hand into the air—it was a talisman inscribed with a profound rune in cinnabar.
Forbid!
The prohibition of forbidding!
"Projections cannot harm me!" roared Yu Long, the Loose Immortal, as the talisman suddenly caught fire and vanished, creating ripples in the void as if the fundamental principles of Taoist formulas were being temporarily altered.