This imposing aura was tremendous, with six mountains crashing down from the sky, pressing upon King Xishan, this great nine-tailed fox.
King Xishan, however, suddenly changed in form and color, like a clear spring in the mountains, a mist in the forest, all ethereal and elusive, his form dispersed and winding among the gaps of the six mountains, refusing to dissipate.
"Taoist Wu Wei? The Valley's True Inheritance?"
Yun Ziliang was the first to see through King Xishan's tactics.
"Knowing its masculinity, keeping its femininity, and becoming the valley of the world. Amidst the world's clamor, the grand changes of mountains and rivers, I become a trickling stream, flowing gently all day through the mountain ravine; how could you possibly harm me in the slightest?"
Once the might of the Daoist's six mountains was exhausted and quickly dissipated, King Xishan's true form slowly coalesced again.
"Beast... beast... how dare you!"
