The gate of the heaven shut tightly. Layers of multicolored mist covered the gate, with faintly audible thunderbolts sizzling behind the gate. No other sounds could be heard.
Priest Qing Wei held the long streamer and silently waited by the gate for a while. Seeing nothing came out from the heaven, he laughed coldly. Flicking his wrist, Preist Qing Wei sent out a Chaos thunderbolt and struck on the gate, making it quake slightly. Endless colorful light streams surge out from the gate, and even half a sky was dyed colorful.
Priest Dachi slightly bent his arms and flicked his ten fingers. Clear airstreams puffed out of his fingertips. Meanwhile, the transparent lotus transformed from airstreams bloomed more and more thrivingly. Soon, tens of thousands of lotuses bloomed on the slanting Buzhou Mountain. Fire sparkles and electric bolts burst from where lotuses grew out, while sands and stones ceaselessly broke and fell from the mountain.