In the time it takes to have a cup of tea, the line of golden light that split the heavens and the earth revealed a massive gap.
Faint immortal music, a melody of bells and chimes, drifted out from within. It sounded like a hymn of praise, and also like a chanted mantra, floating all around above the waters of the Dian River.
Jiang Yi focused his gaze. He could see large clusters of spiritual clouds surging upward, and streaks of auspicious light illuminating the surroundings. The great world shone like a colossal lampstand.
Just then, the brilliant gold Talisman Decree he held suddenly grew scorching hot, like a red-hot branding iron.
"Daoist, we will go on ahead."
Feng Yuan tossed his Talisman Decree. It spun rapidly in mid-air, casting down thousands of golden rays that enveloped him.
He then formed a hand seal, using the Talisman Decree to guide the golden light and share it with the two junior disciples from Li Peak.
