"Guangyuan Old Demon, you cannot escape! Surrender now!"
Eight hundred li of Duanlong Cliff.
Clouds rolling and billowing like a severed dragon's head.
Paths laid out between heaven and earth, one cultivator after another with boundless auras stands suspended in the air, towering aloft, each holding a magic artifact.
Lu Qingfeng stands at the very center of the void.
Seeing the cultivators surrounding him, each with an aura deep as an abyss.
He alone is suffused with rampant demonic intent, having the appearance of a great demon besieged by the heavens and bodhisattvas.
Lights of divine aura shine for miles in all directions, with a bowl in the sky casting two gold and jade colored beams of light that hang high in the skies. Combined with the divine light, they block off all escape routes.
Even with the ability to walk on the clouds and mastery of the Great Da Luo Cave Temple techniques, Lu Qingfeng finds it hard to break free.
"Purple Gold Bowl."
