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Dark clouds covered the sky above, thunder rumbled, and lightning danced wildly, appearing and disappearing into an abyss. Just the terrifyingly formidable aura was enough to turn the expressions of the Taoist Qingxu and Old Master of Heaven, watching from a distance, utterly pale.

At the moment when Pei Xuanjing's Yin Spirit manifested itself, the ferocity of the thunder and lightning intensified beyond belief, as if harboring the power to bring about Armageddon.

Bolts of flashing lightning, followed by deafening claps of thunder, mixed together in a chaotic symphony.

Taoist Qingxu speculated in his heart that such a ferocious force could perhaps move the age-old Taihe Mountain from its millennia-long resting place.

At this moment, Pei Xuanjing was undistracted. His Yin Spirit left his body and floated a hundred feet above his head in the open air.