After stabilizing himself, Master Xujing immediately looked toward the center of the storm that had swallowed Xiao Mo. He couldn't see anything clearly—only bolt after bolt of Celestial Thunder striking down from the clouds, aimed straight at the figure in the storm's eye.
The figure kept swinging the long blade in his hand without the slightest hint of retreat.
Half an incense stick later, the earth-shattering storm finally began to subside.
The dark clouds slowly dispersed, and the sky gradually cleared as rays of sunlight shone down.
Immediately after, a clear and profound immortal melody, rich with the rhythm of the Dao, spread like ripples to every corner of the Western Regions.
At the same time, all Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Realm and above clearly heard Xiao Mo's voice within their very souls—
