"This is probably some kind of long-range spell… Time to track him down!" Yu Muxian had spent most of his years cultivating within the sect and had few opportunities to engage in actual combat. Yet, he had learned a great variety of spells. As countless countermeasures flashed through his mind, he quickly settled on one, "Heavenly Golden Cymbal!"1

He gathered his mana. Power surged at the tip of his ring finger, channeling the earth element as Kun, while golden energy condensed as Dui in the middle, and a spell gathered at the central palace of his middle finger, projecting golden light into the heavens.0

Above Yu Muxian's head, an intricately designed golden cymbal began to take form, gradually transforming from illusion to substance. It hovered in mid-air and rotated lightly, casting a golden-white screen of light downward. This spell resonated with his Molten Metal Cave immortal foundation.0

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