Baleful Intent rippled and surged like subjects bowing their heads.
The Ghost King formed from gathered Baleful Intent raised his head toward the vast sea of lightning at heaven's end, which had already briefly dissipated.
The grand formation revolved, transforming all Baleful Intent.
Lightning Baleful Intent was naturally a great tonic as well.
At the moment the divine weapon was forged and imperial aura intertwined with Dao aura descended, the eternal lightning tribulation could no longer do anything to the Soul Banner, which grew like a "peach tree."
Boundless Dao aura spanning past, present, and future circulated and rose.
The phantom gradually became solid.
A peach blossom transformed from illusion into reality and slowly bloomed.
Above, it reached the azure heavens of eternity; below, it suppressed the abyss of ultimate gloom.
All things across the nine heavens and ten lands paled into insignificance the instant the peach blossom bloomed.
The Dao flower was about to form, while the Innate life-and-death emperor within his inner cosmos echoed it from afar.
Standing atop the Generals' Worship Platform, Tu Shan Jun turned his head and glanced back.
Emotion surfaced in those twin reincarnation eyes, like deep space being born and extinguished.
He took one step forward.
His iron boot struck the ground, scattering swirling mystic qi.
Tu Shan Jun extended his pale bluish-white hand.
His oval purple-black nails trembled faintly, yet he firmly gripped the divine weapon and pointed it slantwise toward the azure sky.
The Soul Banner, now a divine weapon, was wreathed in the aura of the Great Dao.
Every strand of Dao aura seemed like a supreme mystic blade or a shield of chaos. To behold it was to witness the Great Dao's most primal currents and fluctuations.
"Has it succeeded?!"
Such a thought arose in the hearts of the