The Duke of Thunder shivered while casting a spell: "In response to the Queen Mother of the West, I aimed, aimed, aimed accurately! But the person lying in that pit of death, the surrounding aura is rather sinister..."
The heavenly thunder he unleashed was always deflected in the last few yards!
Clearly, the coffin lid beside the person was split open, yet the person remained unscathed, making him want so badly to jump to the mortal realm, stand on the person's coffin lid, and discharge right at their head, just to see if he still couldn't hit!
The Queen Mother of the West, with her freshly done long nails, poked at the Immortal Peach, seemingly deep in thought: "It's not that the aura is sinister, it's that the placement of the coffin is problematic..."
Piercing through the miles of cloud layers and dense rain and fog, seven coffins buried beneath Qingcheng Mountain are arranged into a perfect Hexagram Array.
