Domain lord Xing Tian reappeared.

Ling Chuxi's heart sank. Based on elder Yin's current condition, it was impossible for him to withstand their joint attack. However, why was he acting so fearless? An instinctive uneasiness rose in Ling Chuxi's heart, and the sword in her hand became even stronger.

"Dao origin return to one, six Dao become sovereign, technique!" Elder Yin's tone was relaxed, but his expression was solemn. He quickly formed a hand seal and a golden light shot out from his chest. A golden bead flew into the air like a golden sun, scattering down thousands of golden rays.

In an instant, the entire misty cloud Peak was enveloped in a golden light. The ancient and dilapidated pavilions seemed to be bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, making them appear even more solemn.

"Golden blood soul bead, stop him!" Bu Xingtian's voice, which he had not heard for a long time, rang in his mind.