"Go now, go stay at Taizhou Mountain, return in a hundred years to escort this Taoist out of the mountain."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Without waiting for Lou Yuchun and the others to respond, the old Gushan Taoist seemed to have lost patience, forming hand signs with both hands.
Talismans of dark green hue appeared around him one after another.
The talismans were large, about the size of a tile-roofed house, with the strokes of each talisman forming a square, interwoven with curved lines, surrounding the Gushan Taoist, faintly blocking the others' vision.
Then, each talisman flew off in different directions, landing at various points within the "Sealing Mountain Formation."
Boom!
The "Sealing Mountain Formation" was reactivated, generating a tremor that felt like an earthquake, slowly descending.
Below, many disciples of Wuliang Mountain observed the vast mountain range suspended in the sky, their feelings indescribable.
"Ancestor, are we really sealing the mountain?"
