With a slight waver, the giant phantom vanished from the void in a flash.
The next moment, a ripple appeared at the spatial rift where the old woman had disappeared, and the giant phantom flickered before plunging straight into it.
A thunderous boom erupted!
The spatial rift shuddered, and from within, vast swathes of pink radiance erupted like a volcanic explosion.
Stumbling within the radiance was a red-robed figure — none other than the old woman, He Yan.
Her body spun several rotations helplessly within the brilliance, completely at its mercy.
Not only that — after the wild outburst of pink light, the spatial rift flickered violently several more times before collapsing entirely.
That single pink giant blossom had appeared unassuming, yet its power was so immense it could directly shatter the void!
The old woman let out a startled growl. Her cane lashed out with lightning speed in every direction — four massive cane-shadows flashed past, and four tornadoes of yellow energy surged skyward, blasting away the surrounding pink radiance. Her body finally stabilized once more.
But now, He Yan's face was contorted with fury and alarm, and when she looked toward Bao, her gaze carried a faint but unmistakable trace of fear. She couldn't help but think to herself: "So this is the Xuantian Spirit Domain. Within its encompassment, one cannot draw upon any of the external world's spiritual energy at all — one can only resist attacks head-on with one's own Magical Power. As a result, for beings at the Mahayana stage such as themselves, their abilities were reduced by a full seventy to eighty percent! No wonder even Tianqi, whose Magical Power far exceeded her own, had fled the instant he recognized the technique Bao had employed — without a second thought."
Thinking of her senior brother, the old woman set aside her fear and quickly turned her head to look toward the other side.
She saw that near the edge of the pink world, Tianqi had at some point been intercepted by countless giant blossom phantoms. His transformed blood-light crashed about like a panicked dragon, slashing through the phantoms wherever it passed and shattering them to pieces.
But in the surrounding void, even more pink phantoms immediately materialized, swarming in layer upon layer.
With unstoppable momentum, the blood-light shattered over a dozen more layers of obstruction in just a few flashes, and it seemed he would break free in a single burst.
But at this moment, Bao — who remained perfectly still at the center of the Xuantian world — smiled faintly and formed a gentle hand seal with one hand.
The pink tree resting in her other palm suddenly blazed with brilliant radiance. Countless pink runes poured forth from it, revolving wildly around Bao.
The red-robed old woman felt the surrounding void blur and the scenery suddenly shift — she found herself inexplicably in another location within the world.
"Grand Spatial Shift!"
The old woman cried out in alarm and quickly scanned her surroundings.
She saw that the blood-light, which should have been near the edge, had suddenly appeared only thirty zhang away — once again surrounded by layers upon layers of giant blossom phantoms.
The old woman hesitated, still deliberating whether to lend assistance, when the void nearby rippled and countless more pink phantoms materialized, swarming toward her in the same dense fashion.
Her face turned deathly pale, but she immediately gritted her teeth, tossed her cane into the air, and it instantly transformed into a white crane about a zhang tall, its eyes glowing golden, its wings beating.
Sharp, hissing sounds tore through the air!
Dense wind blades materialized around the white crane and shot outward in every direction.
The old woman formed a seal with both hands, then slapped her own skull. The crown of her head cracked open, and a burst of yellow qi surged out from within.
The yellow qi rolled and tumbled, a piercing shriek emanating from within, and transformed into a ghostly face the size of a pavilion.
Half of the face was an impossibly seductive woman's visage; the other half was a grotesque mask with a green complexion and bared fangs. After the shriek subsided, it opened its mouth and released a blast of demonic wind.
The moment the demonic wind left its maw, the surrounding void was immediately swept up in flying sand and rolling stones, turning a murky gray as it rolled outward in all directions — as though it sought to carve out its own domain within this world.
On the other side, Tianqi, recognizing that an easy escape was out of the question, retracted his blood-light. With a shake of his body, he transformed into a blood-red phantom of a demonic lion, over a hundred zhang tall. Rolling waves of crimson energy surged from its massive form, forming a vast sea of blood-colored mist that swept toward the surrounding phantoms.
For a moment, the two demons seemed to be turning the very tables, as though they were the ones in command of this world!
Seeing this, Bao's dark brows furrowed slightly. She let out a soft sigh and finally gave the tree in her hand a gentle shake.
In that instant, an eerie scene unfolded.
The hundred or more pink giant blossoms that had been occupying the branches all flickered simultaneously and drifted gently downward from the tree.
"Go."
Bao swept one elegant sleeve toward the pink blossoms while issuing a sharp cry.
The next moment, a series of muffled popping sounds rang out.