Sukhacara Sage's eyes were cold and piercing.
He held a wooden staff in his hand, took a step forward, his white robe fluttering in the fierce wind, and appeared before everyone's eyes.
"I believe Raggedy Immortal wouldn't want his arduous cultivation to have been in vain,"
said Sukhacara Sage.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At this moment, the faces of the many Devas changed, displaying a grave expression, all of them looking towards Sukhacara Sage.
This fellow still wants to obtain the power of that garland!
The sacrificial fire was extinguished, the ceremony interrupted!
This string of flowers could no longer transform into that supreme weapon, but even so, it was still a treasure filled with the power of penance, containing protective strength, bringing auspiciousness, able to shield its wearer.
Hearing this, Adili Immortal furrowed his brows and turned to look at the altar above.
Atop the altar.
A dazzling array of bright, beautiful colors flickered.