The azure celebratory clouds churned and rolled, carrying an infinite might. Balls of lightning capable of destroying mountains and cities and inextinguishable Nine Nether demonic flames were instantly extinguished upon contact with the celebratory clouds, not even making a sound.,On the summit of Ling Mountain, within a small temple capable of holding only one person, a long sigh echoed: “Fellow cultivators of the Taishang Dao, this matter has nothing to do with my Buddhist sect.” He then voluntarily released his golden lotus, allowing the Taiji diagram to examine his aura.,"I don't care about those things, you promised me things, don't forget." The Divine Master recalled the might of the Lord of Reincarnation and slightly calmed his mind.。