Dust returned to dust, and ashes to ashes. 

A gentle breeze brushed across the green mountains, while a rain of blood stained the land below. From the depths of the earth, vast waves of spirit energy surged upward. Radiant clouds of seven colors rolled back from the horizon, pouring into Danxia Peak like a river flowing against the current.

The seven-colored barrier rippled softly, then slowly drew together, mending itself. The gaping hole that a force of over three dozen Initiates had blasted open earlier vanished completely before countless watchful eyes.

Once again, the seven-colored barrier shimmered on Danxia Peak, stretching from heaven to earth, majestic and untouchable.

The words still echoed in everyone's ears and rumbled in their hearts: "Within the Seven-Colored Danxia Formation, I am king."

The eerie atmosphere had been felt since the seven-colored Daoist appeared and slaughtered a man in an instant. When he went on to kill a couple more with effortless ease, that atmosphere reached its peak.

The alliance led by Zheng Xian, formed to destroy the Luo Tian Society, fell into complete silence. The countless cultivators watching from afar also dared not utter a word.  Outside Danxia Peak, it was as if a herd of ten thousand wild horses had suddenly stopped...