"Yin and Yang intertwine, merging into one. From the one, form emerges. Tangible yet without essence, murky yet undivided, divided yet unmatched. Mixed Yuan manifests myriad transformations, the beginning of the Dao! Ha—!"
But honestly, under such immense spiritual power, the trash heap looked like a bonfire—burning brighter and brighter by the second. Bones and decayed remains of indeterminate age beneath the ground smoldered, billowing plumes of thick smoke and rolling gray fumes! Gray fire serpents roasted the Moon Spirit Sword, shackled by Heavenly Meridian's binding!
Li Fan furrowed his brows for a moment, calculated on his fingers, and discovered that Moon Spirit's divinatory sign indicated "Small blessing"...
Moon Spirit panicked, "Master... Master Brother! Save me, Sect Leader Brother! I was wrong! I shouldn't have argued with you so often before!"
Li Fan, "..."
