Above his head, the ancient scroll hung silently in the air. The characters on it were distinct, and a divine radiance flowed across its entire surface, exuding a blood-curdling, peerless aura.
Even Mo Yang did not dare to rashly charge into the area covered by the ancient scroll at this moment; standing outside its perimeter, the palpitations in his chest remained hard to suppress.
Xuan Yu closed his eyes for a moment, appearing to quietly adjust his state. Then, his hands slowly swept across his chest as if forming hand seals, and wisps of patterns emerged between his palms.
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