Four sharp-peaked mountains formed a square, each peak bound with chains of different colors, beneath which dangled teardrop-shaped bundles of flesh and blood.
Dark clouds filled the sky above.
The chains from the four mountains converged at the center, binding themselves around the surface of a cubic glass house.
Daoist Master Huang Yuan and a masked man stood below, gazing at the transparent room hanging in midair.
Inside, a middle-aged man in black looked outward from within the room.
"Let the wind come!" True Monarch Huang Yuan raised his hand.
Whoosh...!
Suddenly, huge red runes appeared on the surface of the four mountains, and fierce winds gathered, all pouring towards Lin Xin at the center.
The transparent glass house slowly began to open its top lid amidst the wild winds.
Then the walls slowly dispersed.
Around Lin Xin at the center, walls of translucent white light runes lit up, encasing him squarely in the middle.
