The two rope ends drooped down by themselves.
No reaction at all.
The old Daoist, transformed from a wisp of Zhunti's primordial spirit, slightly furrowed his brow, casually picked up the two ends of the rope, and reconnected them. The two ropes fell down once again.
"Hmm?"
In the small courtyard of the Western Sect, Zhunti slightly furrowed his brow.
Beside him, Daoist Jieying slightly opened his eyes, glanced at Zhunti, and didn't say much.
Another lotus flower disappeared around Zhunti.
His avatar in the middle of the East Continent grew a bit stronger in power, holding the red and gray ropes again, as if he wanted to use the authority of a Saint to forcibly combine the two fated red ropes.
At the same time.
Standing in the sky over the Southern Continent, far from the Holy Mother Palace, Li Ping'an suddenly had a Tai Chi Diagram appear again in his heart, which mirrored the situation where Zhunti's avatar was located.
