As the wind blew, waves rose on the rumbling ocean with an ancient and powerful aura sweeping out. When they swept towards Zhuge Qingyun, fine cracks appeared on the seven wheels that he had just regathered.

“Profound Sky Canon—Golden Wheel Seal!” Zhuge Qingyun’s lip twitched, and his hand signs changed, pushing his palm forth before the waves nearly consumed him. A hundred-foot golden wheel flew out, with an altar beneath the wheel, and the altar had saint runes intertwined on it.

The golden wheel from the middle split the ocean open as it flew towards Yue Weiwei. As Yue Weiwei danced in the air, the red ribbons flew over and collided with the golden wheel.

But in the next moment, Zhuge Qingyun had already charged forth. He was fast, even though he had just lost ten years of his cultivation. He no longer looked as domineering as when he defeated five Quasi-Saints, but he was still a Quasi-Saint. When he stepped on the red ribbons, he immediately felt great pressure. He could sense a power within Yue Weiwei...