Chapter 2316: The Power of Heaven and Earth

At almost the same moment, Yuelong formed a hand seal with one hand and pointed a finger toward the crimson feathered fan in the void.

The fan swirled with radiant light, and countless crimson runes surged forth, instantly multiplying in size several times over.

With a flicker, it appeared before Yuelong, who grasped it firmly without hesitation.

Without a second thought, Yuelong raised the fan and swept it toward the descending golden powder.

*Poof!*

The fan spontaneously ignited in the wind, its surface swirling with layers of crimson flames as a scorching hurricane erupted outward.

The golden powder, caught in the wind, emitted a crystalline glow and was carried upward into the sky, vanishing in a flash at its peak.

At that moment, Yuelong let out a loud shout and spat several globs of vital essence blood into the hurricane.

Each glob was pitch-black, and the moment they touched the hurricane, they exploded with thunderous booms, transforming into black demonic flames.

With a muffled *sizzle*, the black flames were engulfed by the hurricane, fanned by the wind and fueling the fire, swelling a thousandfold in an instant and surging upward.

In the blink of an eye, the entire hurricane transformed into a towering black pillar of fire, soaring into the heavens with terrifying momentum!

High above the pillar of fire, the vanished golden powder reappeared under the assault of the black flames, rolling and transforming into fist-sized golden runes.

These massive runes scattered, covering nearly half the sky and faintly forming an incredibly intricate super array.

The array radiated golden light and auspicious energy, dazzling to behold, while emitting a terrifying spiritual pressure that nearly solidified the surrounding void, surging upward.

In response, the previously cloudless sky suddenly erupted with thunder, and countless white orbs of light materialized from an unseen height, raining down.

At first, there were only a dozen or so, but in an instant, they multiplied into thousands, descending like a dense meteor shower.

From the golden array, a solemn chant arose, and as it slowly rotated, an invisible force surged forth.

All the white meteors were drawn into the golden array, swallowed whole in an instant.

The golden array roared louder, its runes spinning wildly as an even more terrifying aura began to form.

“Fellow Daoist Han, get ready. The power of heaven and earth is about to descend!”

Yuelong, far from alarmed, was overjoyed. After a quick warning, he formed a seal and pointed at the nearby cauldron.

The cauldron swayed in the wind, transforming into a colossal structure over a hundred zhang tall, its interior glowing as various materials surged forth like a tide.

These materials varied in color—some fist-sized and glittering, others as large as a head and black as iron—but each emitted an astonishing metallic spiritual energy.

After swirling briefly in the air, they hovered motionlessly in the void.

Just then, an earth-shaking boom erupted from the golden array above, and a beam of golden light shot downward.

Initially no thicker than a bowl, the beam expanded to the size of a water vat as it descended, filled with countless shimmering crystalline threads. Before it even landed, the surrounding void hissed with the sound of rending air, exuding an overwhelming sharpness.

Yuelong’s expression darkened as he formed seals with both hands. The 108 bronze pillars trembled slightly before vanishing, replaced by bronze-armored puppets wielding various magical tools, all raising them high in unison.

A piercing hum filled the air as the tools exploded into halos of light, conjuring a gale that swelled to cover the entire basin below.

The wind was eerie, carrying the clang of weapons and an ominous killing intent, as if countless blades lurked within.

The descending golden light plunged into the gale, but when it emerged, its size had halved. With a flash, it shot straight into the giant cauldron.

*Boom!*

The massive silver cauldron trembled upon impact, emitting a bell-like toll.

Meanwhile, Yuelong, though outwardly composed, saw his spiritual light flicker.

Above, the golden array thundered as beam after beam of golden light fell, their intervals growing shorter.

At first, Yuelong calmly intercepted each beam, but after a hundred, the beams began falling in pairs, his expression growing grave.

Though he continued to redirect the beams into the cauldron, each impact shook it violently, and black light flickered across his face—a sign of mounting strain.

Han Li, hovering low in the air, watched silently, showing no intention to intervene.

A thunderclap split the sky as three golden beams merged and fell as one.

Yuelong’s face paled, and he glanced at Han Li, who now exuded an unfathomable spiritual pressure, his brow slightly raised.

Relieved, Yuelong channeled his energy into the cauldron.

The silver cauldron hummed and spun wildly as nearby materials leaped inside, clashing loudly.

The three golden beams pierced the gale, now much diminished but still formidable, streaking toward the cauldron.

Han Li flicked his sleeve and pointed at the beams.

A thunderous crack echoed as a thick golden arc shot from his fingertip, splitting into three and striking the beams.

Explosions erupted, golden lightning dancing in the void before vanishing. The beams, now halved again, fell into the cauldron.

*Thud!*

The cauldron swayed but held firm.

With Han Li’s divine lightning weakening the beams, the subsequent waves posed no threat.

Yuelong, reassured, intensified his efforts, fingers flying as he sent spell after spell into the cauldron.

Inside, golden light flared, and the sound of shattering materials filled the air.

His gaze shifted to the slender-necked jade vial, and he uttered, “Burst.”

White runes flashed on the vial before it shattered, revealing a palm-sized gray-white flame.

Yuelong pointed and commanded, “Burn.”

The flame spun and swelled into a thirty-zhang-long fiery serpent, coiling beneath the cauldron.

White flames erupted, engulfing the cauldron, its surface glowing with intricate patterns as it turned from silver to crimson.

The temperature inside soared, melting most materials, though a few remained unchanged.

Yuelong watched intently, channeling invisible forces to draw the remaining materials into the cauldron. He spat another glob of black vital essence blood into the flames.

The white flames surged, turning faintly golden under the intense heat, softening the last stubborn materials.

Above, the golden array flickered, and now four beams fell at once.

Han Li narrowed his eyes, halting his lightning attacks. With a wave, a pale-yellow gourd appeared, spilling thousands of crystalline grains.

“Go!”

The grains leaped into the air, vanishing before reappearing above the cauldron as a dense formation of boulder-sized crystals.

The four golden beams struck the center of the formation, shattering a dozen crystals but emerging weakened, their size drastically reduced before piercing through.