A rain of ochre dust descended, a howling cataract that blurred the very edge of sight, forming an impenetrable curtain. From the bowels of the earth, a guttural roar, laced with madness, resounded, a spiraling tremor that shook the soul.

The entire cultivation star convulsed. Before Wang Lin, the earth, a vast expanse of saffron sand stretching for thousands of feet, suddenly buckled and collapsed inward. The roar intensified as the ground gave way, and from the depths erupted a shimmering darkness – a serpentine beast, hurled forth from the abyss!

Its body, thick as a mountain range, was encased in a layer of primeval earth. It resembled a colossal, mud-caked eel, the exposed portion revealing a gaping maw. From afar, its mouth consumed its entire head, a rending abyss hurtling towards the Seven-Colored Daoist.

Its eyes remained perpetually sealed, as if never to behold the light of day. Were its body adorned with a multitude of grasping tendrils, it might bear a resemblance to the silk of the Wang-Moon, but this creature was something far more dreadful.

The thunderous clamor shook the heavens. The monstrous beast, roaring its fury, lunged towards the Seven-Colored Daoist, poised to devour him whole. But the Daoist, with hands weaving arcane sigils, thrust forth his palms.

A seven-hued luminescence erupted, striking the beast’s head. The earth trembled, the creature shrieked in agony, and its body was flung back a hundred paces. Yet, with unnatural speed, its head contorted and shrunk, then lunged again from the distance, drawing in a monstrous breath.

The Seven-Colored Daoist recoiled, a tremor shaking his very being. Wisps of his iridescent essence, finer than spun silk, streamed from his body and into the beast’s gaping maw, a tangible theft of his power.

The Daoist’s visage darkened. Behind him, the Three Great Generals shifted uneasily, their faces etched with dread. The beast’s form and aura struck a chord of primal fear within them. The Three Generals and the Palm Sovereign, especially, recognized the creature from ancient lore.

“The Blind Maw! It… it is a Blind Maw!”

“We sensed a presence here, a monstrous entity… but that it should be a Blind Maw… untamed, unrestrained… grown for countless eons! This creature…” The Palm Sovereign drew a sharp breath, his gaze heavy with apprehension.

“In the Xian-Gang, there dwells a beast called the Blind Maw… born blind, it remains so until its final breath! But legend whispers that should a Blind Maw open its eyes, the heavens themselves will weep!” The Black Tortoise General’s mind raced with fragmented memories of the ancient tales.

The Blind Maw, sated by its stolen essence, surged forward once more, driven by a primordial rage. The Daoist’s blow had inflicted grievous pain, and now it sought vengeance, its maw yawning wide, ready to devour all before it.

Only a fraction of the creature’s immense form had risen from the earth, yet even that was enough to blot out the sky, casting all in a dreadful twilight.

The Seven-Colored Daoist, his eyes burning with a murderous resolve, raised his hands, weaving the same arcane sigils. He lifted his right hand, pointing a single finger at the heavens.

“With the strength to rend mountains!” he intoned, his voice a low, guttural rumble. As his hand swept down, a colossal, seven-hued arm materialized from the gloom above, descending like a judgment, ready to seize the monstrous Blind Maw.

In a heartbeat, the gargantuan limb clamped down on the beast, its grip crushing. With a mighty roar from the Daoist, the arm wrenched upward.

The earth groaned and fractured as the Blind Maw, thrashing and roaring in fury, was hauled from the depths, its entire body, tens of thousands of feet long, ripped from its subterranean lair.

The spectral arm hurled the monstrous beast across the ravaged landscape, the impact shattering the silence with a cataclysmic roar. The cultivation star shuddered violently, cracks spreading like spiderwebs across its surface, threatening to tear it asunder.

The Blind Maw’s colossal body crashed to the earth, its skin splitting, a torrent of violet blood mingling with the ochre sand.

A keening wail echoed from its maw, a sound that pierced the very soul. At its perpetually sealed eyes, a tremor passed, a desperate struggle to break free. Yet, it remained closed, a silent, unseen power holding them fast.

The creature’s agonizing screams sent tremors through the very core of the planet. The Seven-Colored Daoist turned, preparing to confront Wang Lin, when a sudden shock ran through him.

The star trembled. A low rumble escalated to a deafening crescendo. In eight points across the saffron deserts, the sands stirred. A visible force of destruction rose, forming mountainous sand dunes that surged toward the Daoist with terrifying speed.

The eight towering dunes moved in perfect alignment, like a monstrous wave. They crashed down with a deafening roar, revealing the source of the cataclysm – eight colossal, serpentine shadows!

These were no sand dunes. They were eight more Blind Maws, each tens of thousands of feet in length!

This star held not one Blind Maw, but nine!

Beyond the first, wounded and writhing in the distance, the remaining eight rose from the earth in a chorus of roars, encircling the Seven-Colored Daoist. Each beast, jaws agape, lunged forward, seeking to devour him. The earth trembled. The saffron dust stung. Wang Lin remained seated, his third soul absorbed. His right hand gripped the Li Guang Bow, his gaze fixed on the heavens, as still and unyielding as a statue. He waited, biding his time for the perfect strike. This would be an act that would shake the very foundations of existence.

Now, the moment arrived. As the eight Blind Maws surged towards the Seven-Colored Daoist, Wang Lin rose, his movements swift and decisive. He raised the Li Guang Bow, pulling back the string until it formed a perfect crescent moon.

The arrow shimmered into existence, nocked and ready. It pulsed with a power that could shatter worlds, a destructive force ready to be unleashed.

Without hesitation, Wang Lin released the string. The unleashed energy surged through the arrow, sending it hurtling toward the Seven-Colored Daoist.

The Li Guang Arrow was released. The heavens shuddered. The winds raged. The earth trembled. Darkness cloaked the sky. A chilling aura of death echoed in the arrow’s wake, cutting through the void, obliterating any obstacles in its path.

The Palm Sovereign, his face ashen, retreated with frantic speed, the memory of being slain twice by this very arrow burned into his soul.

The Three Great Generals recoiled in horror. They had witnessed its power before, and the sight sent a wave of ice through their veins.

Wang Lin’s timing was impeccable. As the eight Blind Maws closed in for the kill, the Seven-Colored Daoist’s face contorted in a mask of terror. His pupils constricted as he began weaving his own defenses, a seven-hued shield of light erupted around him. As the beasts’ attack landed in a deafening roar, Wang Lin’s arrow plunged into the Seven-Colored Daoist’s barrier and directly into his body.

The force of impact was immense. The planet cracked and shattered. Boulders and debris erupted skyward, only to explode in the void.

Wang Lin staggered backward, a trickle of blood staining his lips. Yet, he clung to the bow with a grip of iron.

The Three Great Generals were caught in the blast wave, hurled back with bloodied bodies, and into the vast expanse of space. But the symphony of destruction was punctuated by an enraged screech. The eight Blind Maws, bleeding profusely, were hurled away by the force of the collision. The light surrounding the Daoist flickered.

The Seven-Colored Daoist was visible now, a crimson stain blossoming on his chest. The Li Guang Arrow was lodged within him. Yet, he had managed to catch the shaft, preventing it from piercing him completely.

His face was ashen, but twisted in a savage grin. With a brutal yank, he ripped the arrow from his flesh, spraying the air with blood. But the removal of the arrow triggered a horrifying change. The eight Blind Maws roared, the sound resonating with a force that nearly shattered the stars. Each beast trembled as their sealed eyes cracked open, revealing a sliver of blackness!

A sliver of darkness in eight sets of eyes. The light pulsed with a terrifying power. The Blind Maws surged again towards the Daoist, this time imbued with a primal energy beyond anything he had previously witnessed.

Without hesitation, Wang Lin swapped the bow to his left hand. With a speed born of desperate need, he drew the string again, faint golden sparks flashing from his eyes. The arrow, previously lodged in the Daoist’s chest, reappeared on the string.

His eyes locked on the Seven-Colored Daoist, and he unleashed the second arrow, a streak of blinding light, shattering the silence.

Far away in the void, a group of cultivators led by the Elder Ma watched with a mixture of horror and fascination. They had remained aloof from the chaos. Now, seeing Wang Lin draw the Li Guang Bow a second time, they felt the immensity of the power contained within.

Elder Ma’s pupils constricted in terror. This was the first time he had seen Wang Lin wield the legendary bow. The experience was deeply unsettling.

“The Li Guang Bow! Now I understand. His pilgrimage to the Five Planets was not only about the Way of Heaven but about the power of this bow…”

Yun Yifeng’s face remained impassive, but a tempest raged within. He clenched his fist in a desperate attempt to conceal his fear. He was suddenly thankful that he had not forced Wang Lin to reveal this weapon on the Five Planets. He was sure he could not resist its power.