An invisible force gathered before He Ao, forming a thin, plain-colored robe woven from radiance that covered his body.
He gripped the wooden-textured spear shaft, raised his head, and looked at Astra before him as surging radiance flickered across his body.
"Martial Arts Angel?" Astra stared at He Ao's body, pausing slightly. "In such a short time, under these circumstances, you broke through to Martial Arts Angel?"
She swiftly retreated, and even her previously cold expression showed a trace of shock.
Towering stone pillars rose between heaven and earth, linking the sky and ground, supporting the reflection in the firmament and the restless mist. Faint purple light gathered in her palm.
Then her gaze narrowed as she stared at He Ao's body, where Purple Radiance danced. "Your body didn't explode?"
He Ao quietly watched Astra before him.
The power of Hyper-memory, the power of the anomaly, and even the power of his own Planner Talent Sequence had all gathered within his body.
These powers were so sharp and riddled with twisted contradictions that merely bringing them close together would further tear apart He Ao's body.
Yet at this moment, they could not approach one another at all, because another kind of power stood between them.
A power that seemed both intangible and tangible, as elusive as water to fish and air to humans, illusory yet somehow real.
This power could not be touched through spiritual perception, nor could it be observed through spiritual vision. Every mystical method and perception He Ao possessed told him that no extraordinary power existed there.
Yet within his consciousness, he could clearly "know" that power did exist there.
A power he could control, a power that could resonate with the world.
And when this power came into contact with other extraordinary powers, it displayed an