Cuiwei Ridge, amidst the rain and fog on the mountain path.
An old Taoist raised a Glazed Pearl.
He watched as the small round bead emitted a hazy purple light, which seemed ready to produce a clear direction as the purple light surged.
But who would have expected, at this crucial moment, the old Taoist suddenly felt an indescribable emptiness—
It was as if he had used all his strength to throw a heavy punch, but the punch hit nothing!
Uncontrollably, the old Taoist staggered forward, the light from the Glazed Pearl in his hand condensed back.
Pft!
Unable to control the surge of blood, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, as if his internal organs were being hammered from a distance.
It was a mysterious force acting from who knows where, or perhaps he was defying the heavens and had already been rebuked by them.
Or maybe because he forcefully smashed the clay statue of the Saint Venerable, stealing its Holy Fire Glazed Pearl, he suffered this backlash.
No, not right!
