The Ashvattha took root above the site of the City of the Living Bodhisattva, skimming the skies outside the four-hill mountain as the heavenly flame passed by.
Even so, the Medicine Ancestor, focused solely on Yue Gongli, seemed unaware of the subtle changes in the Holy Palace atop the four-hill mountain.
A thin, water-like membrane of the Holy Palace Array, concealed under clouds and mist, carved out a safe zone, safeguarding all beings on the four-hill mountain.
Open attacks are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are hard to guard against. The presence of a mad dog tormented even the Ancestral God to madness.
"Yue Gongli, do you really intend to oppose this Ancestor?!"
The Medicine Ancestor, consumed with anger, was still locked in a tug-of-war with Yue Gongli over vital life force.
He reclaimed some, but the Magic Seed Origin absorbed the remaining portion.
