Setting aside the strength of the cultivation technique itself, Tribulation Stage cultivation alone was already a level above Yuan Tianyi.
Nangong Daozang, a prodigious talent who had been one of Kunlun's foremost figures two hundred years ago and possessed Tribulation Stage cultivation, had actually been blasted to death in a single strike by Kuang Wuxin and Chen Qingdi joining forces. Not even his Nascent Soul had escaped!
"Why go through such suffering?"
Huang Wushen, still with his eyes closed, spoke those four words lightly. They sounded like an enlightened Buddha pitying all living beings for failing to understand the workings of the Heavenly Dao, struggling bitterly in the sea of suffering; yet they also seemed to disdain Kuang Wuxin and the others, as if all they were doing was the futile struggle of trapped beasts!
Streaks of tangible silver light began to flow from his body.
At this moment, every red-robed cultivator who had escaped alive from the torrent of lightning was shocked to the extreme. The headmaster of Kunlun, the most powerful and eternally undefeated existence in the world, had made his move before everyone's eyes!
These tangible streaks of silver light were neither magical treasures nor spells he had cast. They were merely ripples of spiritual power flowing from his body.
The streams of silver light flowed from him, spreading like a peacock fanning its tail. In an instant, they formed long plumes behind him, as though they were an extension of his gilded robe. The visual spectacle alone struck the heart with overwhelming force.
As this tangible radiance, formed merely from the aftershocks of true essence surging within him, blossomed forth, a vast phantom suddenly emerged around him. It was formed of thirteen thousand golden-robed Daoist Venerables identical in appearance to him, all supporting an enormous wheel