Behind the great hall, on a comparatively smaller square, next to an altar rising from the underworld, sat a person in a purple-gold Daoist robe, holding a circular formation disc in his hand—it was none other than Yuan Tiangang.
His eyes were tightly closed, and an annular glow hovered beneath him, enshrouding his entire being. One palm cradled the white jade formation disc, densely etched with charm patterns, while the other joined two fingers pointing to the center of the disc.
Within his body, pure mana congealed into dazzling, colored lights, continuously flowing into the circular disc.
Not far from him, another figure was clad in a grey-white long robe, holding a peach wood sword in one hand and an octagonal bronze mirror in the other, battling with a pitch-black evil demon.
His appearance was strikingly identical to Yuan Tiangang, enveloped in a layer of white light that made him seem exceedingly radiant.