On the heavenly screen, the Green Cloud obscured the skies like billowing jade smoke. Dong Jinzi, his green robes fluttering in the wind, stood beneath the bright moon, forming hand seals rapidly. He continuously emitted beams of green radiance, darting forth like shuttles and swords, descending upon the cultivators below in waves of deadly attack.
The dozens of cultivators gathered in one place, joining forces to resist the enemy. Though facing an overwhelming tide of assaults, they showed no signs of panic in their expressions.
Above their heads hung three Dharma Treasures—a jug, a staff, and a lantern—all radiating bright light and resplendent rays, faintly enshrouding the entire mountaintop where they stood. Despite the wild sweeping of green energy and the razor-sharp Flying Leaves, none could penetrate this protective barrier.
