The eight people all felt the slumbering Saint Xi suddenly stir, as strands of aura rapidly spread out in all directions faster than the first strand.
Though Saint Xi had not yet awakened, there were signs of awakening.
The eight of them quickly exerted their power, using the rotating white lotus to block the leakage of the remaining aura, ensuring the aura could only hit the petals of the World-Purifying White Lotus when trying to escape.
At this moment, the white light on the petals revealed more of its true essence—fire.
It was fire.
The World-Purifying White Lotus naturally emitted the "Great Radiant Purifying Flame," a truly special fire with miraculous effects on sealing.
The aura from Saint Xi collided with the Great Radiant Purifying Flame and instantly became inactive, looking as if it were falling back into a lethargic slumber.
Seeing that the lethargy was about to revert to complete slumber, and the sealing was about to reform, suddenly, an elderly man exclaimed, "Tantai! What are you doing?!!"
His exclamation was filled with terror.
The remaining six also immediately opened their eyes, and the prodigy who was absorbing the aura of Saint Xi widened his eyes too.
The white-clad man with indifferent brows, the Vice Palace Master of the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace, transformed his five fingers into a palm, creating a transparent golden giant hand that pressed down on the vast void...
Beneath the palm, the azure crack spread, the space splitting like a frozen river; the palm lines spread, expanding into strange eight-gate patterns seemingly hovering in the air. This was a secret technique cultivated by Palace Master Tantai—the Eight Trigrams Mysterious Array.
This array could trap people, but its greatest function was... divination.
"Tantai, stop! Stop right now!"
"Saint Xi cannot be seen through time, cannot be subjected to divination! Stop!!"
Everyone was stunned, including the four from the Blood River Sect.
As the Eight Trigrams appeared, the formerly lethargic aura of Saint Xi suddenly froze, like a tense snake, a crouched raptor, or an impending storm suddenly stilled. Next, the spinning of the lotus petals also came to a halt.
A strange atmosphere began to permeate the void.
"Flee!"
Someone shouted, and the few of them could not afford to linger any longer.
Awake!
Saint Xi was already awake!
Now, they could only flee!
However, just as the five who agreed moved, another golden eight-trigram giant palm descended from the sky to block them.
The five people looked up.
The four from the Blood River Sect showed no peculiar reactions, except for the last one who shouted sternly, "Tantai! Why?"
Tantai glanced at him and said, "Old Zhang, I cannot be sure if you are an escaped survivor of the Blood River Sect, but since you agreed, you should stay. In my heart, there are at least four Blood River Sect members here, maybe even five..."
One of the Blood River Sect members squinted at him, saying, "Never thought there’d be someone in the Righteous Dao with such decisiveness and courage as you, amputating your own wrist, confusing the future, I’d underestimated you before."
Old Zhang froze.
Tantai gave a faint smile, his hands working together, intensifying the spellcasting, with the massive golden Eight Trigrams above and below, while the center encompassed the five people, the twelve-grade white lotus, and the Saint Xi lord within the lotus...
Thud!
A dull sound resonated in everyone’s heart, like a heartbeat.
Next, terror... descended.


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