That auspicious qi, which was originally peaceful and harmonious, now churned and roiled like a storm cloud, clearly revealing the old man's fury.,All the primordial gods and immortals were reflected in this glimmer of light. Looking through the radiance, their expressions became hazy, and their powerful auras swept across all directions. Millions of miles away, in a place with an aura as deep as an abyss, an eight-armed demon god materialized out of thin air, roaring at the sky, wanting to share the glory of this aura. On top of Mount Xizhi (Westmost Spirit Mountain), countless temples stood tall. When the overwhelming pressure swept over, on the summit of the mountain, a golden lotus bloomed, encompassing Sumeru, gently deflecting the pressure outside, protecting the pure land of the West.,Miao Kong ignored him completely. A flash of cruelty crossed his face as he countered by sending a streak of light into the young man's body. The old Taoist, Tong Shen, looked at him with a strange expression and asked, "You would be so kind as to give him something"。