The Ancestor's spell was cast.
The Golden Crow saw Zuzi in a white robe, her whole body surging with dazzling golden light, repelling the thunderstorm within a ten-mile radius, halting the rain and stilling the clouds.
"So the Ancestor left a trump card, didn't they?"
"The Ancestor's divine power is bound to create a miracle..."
"Is the Ancestor going to chop up Nangong Mo, forbidding him to defile Bao Gucheng's tomb even in death..."
"So the Ancestor's final gift is to let the boy depart peacefully, cleanly, innocently, right?"
Fu Xiqin and Golden Crow were cautiously speculating.
After all, although the Ancestor couldn't give the boy a new life, they could let him die with a bit of dignity.
But.
Gradually, they sensed something was amiss.
"Ancestor, why are you hacking... your own Divine Sense Sea?"
At this moment, Zuzi hovered above the Hexagram Array, a small Jade Axe controlled by her spell, floating in the air, transforming into a giant axe.
