Spirit Eyes Demon King felt extremely stressed, but he had no choice but to give it his all.
He perked up and moved his demonic aura. Dark inky demonic aura started to rise and the erhu in his hand glimmered with a golden light. The light started to twist beside him and his whole silhouette became blurry as if it had passed through water currents and was twisted and uncertain.
However, at the same time, Ding Hao was not slacking.
Fire spark started to dance on the tip of his left finger and it was like suffused with a golden substance and the void became its paper- it started writing, stroke by stroke.
There was no tree in Bodhi.
The mirror reflected itself.
There was nothingness.
Who riled up the dust.
As these twenty words were being written down, a mysterious sign danced
