Moreover, Xu Yang was far from having just one means at his disposal in formations.
In a world where Taoism has accumulated for a thousand years, how could it be ordinary?
Seated cross-legged in the Purple Cloud cave, a beam of golden light spurted from his Heavenly Spirit and instantly entered the realm of nothingness, heading straight for his physical body.
Under the many layers of formations covering Dongting Lake's Fish and Dragon Island, a Nine Ceremony High Altar stood erected towards the sky.
Atop the altar, a Taoist Man sat erect, with eyes wide open and terrifying, as if in the wrathful image of the True Martial Ancestor—it was indeed Xu Yang's physical body.
