The Sinister Physician of the State, Saint Qihuang, spoke with a voice that mystified the strange doctor within.
Faraway, scenes of upheaval unfolded before everyone's eyes.
Atop the azure Divine Mountain, Lang Qianhua's face was a pallid white, his pupils quaking as he witnessed the anomaly before him. He slowly set down the jujube-red Treasure Gourd he had offered up, and the terrifying blade intent cultivated within the gourd over countless years gradually subsided as well.
This Treasure Gourd was Lang Qianhua's trump card, one he could only wield once. He hadn't been willing to use it even when facing the Beiji Demon Lord, but with today's perilous situation, he had intended to deploy it to rescue Yuan Jun and preserve the Human Race's vitality. Now it seemed there was no longer a need.
Looking towards the towering Taoist in the distant sky, Lang Qianhua felt a surge of mixed emotions.
