As the various Great Daos emerged around him, Lu Qing made the first move.
He extended his palm and lightly struck toward the Vice Abbot of Black and White Monastery, whose entire body exuded bizarre malice.
This palm strike appeared slow and weightless, like a casual wave of the hand, devoid of any worldly flare.
Yet in the Vice Abbot's eyes, it felt entirely different.
The instant Lu Qing's palm came forth, he felt heaven and earth overturn.
The Space Power within a radius of ten thousand miles surged wildly, as though stirred by an invisible giant hand, forming an enormous vortex.
With Lu Qing at its center, the vortex spread in all directions. Wherever it passed, space warped, twisted, collapsed, and shattered.
In the end, it erupted with unimaginable Space Power.
More importantly, that Space Power was continuously pressing in upon him.
It was an indescribable sense of oppression, as though the entire heaven and earth were grinding down on him.
Above, below, left, right, before, behind—endless power surged from every direction, seeking to crush him completely.
He tried to mobilize the surrounding Space Power to resist, only to find that it had entirely slipped from his control.
Like tamed beasts, it obeyed only Lu Qing's commands, showing no mercy toward him, their enemy.
"Is this the might of someone who achieved Dao Integration through the Great Dao of Space?"
The Vice Abbot's heart chilled, and a trace of wariness flashed through his eyes.
He had arrived in this world over a hundred thousand years ago and had long since learned much about the cultivation history of this Starry Sky.
He knew that ever since that mysterious ancient era, no one in this Starry Sky had ever successfully achieved Dao Integration through the Great Dao of Space.
The Great