The massive black-purple bowl continued to loom in the sky, its hollow, circular center glowing with a radiance like intertwined branches and leaves that blanketed the heavens. Pale golden, curling clouds spread outward and settled motionless above.0

Now that the true form of the Kongsijiang Demon Bowl had been revealed, not a single person across Jiangnan or Jiangbei could rise on wind. All were forced to the riverbanks. Even Li Qinghong, riding Celestial Thunder and bolstered by a feathered robe, could only hover forty meters above the ground.0

She looked upward as the rumbling from the sky slowly descended. All the cultivators around her were wounded, but she clutched her spear tightly and turned toward Si Yuanli. 0

She asked quietly, "Senior, do you have a treasure that...0