Using his body to become a talisman, he charged in defiance into the Ninth Heaven.
As that figure within the rolling thunder shattered, flesh and blood dissolving, it was as though a wisp of phantom light flew out from within the cocoon.
Along with those white banners one after another and the countless slips of talisman paper hanging from them, they shattered bolts of lightning one by one, and shot straight into the low-hanging leaden clouds in the sky. The leaden clouds fell silent, then violently contracted, and then exploded.
A mass of leaden cloud was suddenly torn apart, then collapsed and scattered in all directions, layer after layer, ring after ring, receding ten thousand li away, beyond the limits of sight.
