The Five-Finger Mountain was thrown out, five-colored radiance lighting up heaven and earth.
Ribbons of multi-hued light converged from all directions, coiling around the Five-Finger Mountain and forming chains of five-colored links that could be clearly seen with the naked eye.
With a heavy, muffled roar, the Five-Finger Mountain slowly fell straight down toward Xuan Ao and the others.
Their cultivation power stalled, their breath froze abruptly, their bodies stiffened.
Limbs and bones felt as if poured and frozen over with molten iron; they could no longer move in the slightest.
They could only watch, eyes wide, as the Five-Finger Mountain shrank to some three to four hundred zhang in height and seven or eight li across, wrapped in a skyful of colored mists, pressing down bit by bit.
The terrifying crushing force swept through them.
Even their souls felt blank and lost, unable to raise a single thought of resistance.
They felt, as if in the void, a pair of compassionate eyes gazing at them, and a broad, warm voice murmuring at them over and over: “Boundless is the sea of suffering; turn back to shore.” “It’s never too late to repent and return to the right path…” Voices urging them to do good rose from the depths of their minds.