CLANG! All the Cauldron Masters within the Ding Palace were crushed to the ground by this immense pressure! They were utterly paralyzed, unable to move anything but their eyes! The scene was eerily similar to what had happened in the Xuanling Empire all those years ago!
"Cough, cough..."
Suddenly, a faint cough echoed from within the seven-colored pillar of light. Lying on the Spirit Nourishing Couch, an exhausted Mu Chen slowly opened his lifeless eyes. As he gazed at the celestial phenomenon unfolding in the sky, a deep, bitter smile touched the corners of his lips.
"Is it stronger than last time? I suppose so. After all, I did just snatch Ying'Er from the Death God's grasp, heh..."
He murmured weakly, mustering all his strength to turn his head and glance at the unconscious Wan Xian'Er and Xiao Ying'er beside him. "Xian'Er... Ying'Er... It looks like I won't be able to keep our promise to live together."
