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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.,Having said that, the middle-aged Taoist priest pinched his fingers to cast a divination spell. His right hand burst forth with countless complex finger techniques, causing a dizzying array of shadows to appear before finally opening wide like it was bearing something, and then lifting upwards.,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.。