The elder's eyes were slightly closed. His robe and beard stopped fluttering, settling into a state of gently floating in the air. In the massive spherical space centered around him, there was neither wind nor rain, and even the air could no longer penetrate.
The surging seawater beneath his feet was forcibly sliced into arc-shaped cracks. The Celestial Technique Venerable stood like an ancient, unmoving reef, indifferent to the mighty winds and waves!
"As long as I, Qu Zhou, am in the world, within the Five Continents, the Evil God shall not come near!"
The elder roared aloud over the sea. His tattered white robe remained unstained by dust, yet inexplicably darkened to ink-black, as if a deep, dark glow emerged from beneath his garments.
Chen Fan watched as his master's figure became increasingly blurred in the collapsing space, unknowingly shedding tears.
"Heart like a bright moon without a wisp of cloud, illuminating the world's darkness."
