The Cold Centipede's four Primordial Spirits each fled in different directions, moving as fast as lightning and in an instant had reached a thousand miles away.
One escaped towards the northeast, barely reaching the edge of the basin when suddenly, a ten-thousand-zhang red light burst forth in front, like a curtain hanging down from the heavens, connecting to the sky above and encircling the plains below, surging straight towards it.
Following the red light, a beautiful young man dressed in golden and jade Daoist robes appeared, holding a copper fan in his right hand, and loudly said, "Demon, where do you think you're going?"
