Cao Qianqiu was the most aggressive because he wielded a mighty weapon, a long spear obtained from the night sky of Black and White Mountain, engraved with divine symbols under mottled rust.
He was confident and was the first to rush forward, using the spear's tip to pick at that palm-sized piece of tattered cloth.
"What are you doing?" The Ancestor Master of a certain Esoteric Buddhism branch flicked his finger, and a thick green light flew out, transforming into a radiant green lotus, its petals blooming and spraying dense divine patterns, actually blocking the mighty weapon.
Cao Qianqiu's eyes were unfriendly, as the blood-colored Big Sun outside his body expanded, he pushed with all his might, activating the divine symbols on the spear.
"Old Cao, stop!" Sun Taichu voiced.
Other Ancestor Masters intervened to stop him, while some, like Cao Qianqiu, wanted to grab the tattered cloth on the altar.
Immediately, chaos broke out here.
