"This must be some sort of long-range spell... First, let's search for his whereabouts!"
Most of the time, Yu Muxian cultivated within the sect and rarely engaged in combat, yet he had studied countless spells; in the blink of an eye, several methods of defense flashed through his mind, and with a single thought, he selected one:
"[Heavenly Golden Cymbals]!"
He gathered his Mana, channeling it through the tip of his ring finger into the earth for Kun, drawing Metal Gang into the midsection for Dui; in the center of his middle finger, spells converged, emanating golden rays and shadows, appearing in the sky above.
Above Yu Muxian's head, a golden cymbal, marked with intricate patterns, gradually solidified from illusion into reality, floating overhead. With a gentle turn, a curtain of golden-white light descended—this spell resonated closely with the Immortal Foundation 'Golden Melting Cave' within him.
'First time I've used this spell in actual battle; it feels quite natural.'
