The Weaver Star flew out of the Daoist Temple, chasing toward the higher grounds of Mount Luoxiang. Meanwhile, Zhu Minglang found himself facing far more than just Sixth Lady. Soon, the entire Daoist Temple was alarmed, swiftly encircling Zhu Minglang so tightly that not even water could seep through.
"Escape into the Illusive Mountain!"
The Daoist nuns all shouted in unison, and instantly, the nearby walls, courtyards, fences, stone paths, trees, and gazebos underwent heavy distortion. It was as if a fierce storm had swept through, demolishing every scene within the Daoist Temple and violently twisting them together. Finally, it formed an assemblage of shattered fragments—a chaotic illusion.
