Absorbing Power
"Die!" Celestial Cultivator's body shone brightly, filling the entire Eastern Sea.
His avatar grew ten thousand feet tall, and the halo behind its head turned purple-red, turning into 32 interconnected concentric circles. Each concentric circle was moving in a circular motion at a different speed, looking extremely mysterious.
Celestial Cultivator sat cross-legged, holding the Divine Lamp in his palm. Half of his old face was that of a ferocious Yaksha ghost, and the other half was that of a solemn old man.
Then, he pushed out his palms, and the entire world changed. The sky was red, and the ground under his feet seemed to be mud dug out from hell.
He Chuan felt dizzy and delirious. The filthy mud climbed onto the avatar, wanting to devour it.
Just as Celestial Cultivator thought the situation was set in stone, He Chuan's lips curled into a smile.
Celestial Cultivator's vision was engulfed by the dazzling golden light.