"What an arrogant tone!"
Ouyang Quxian circulated his profound art, regrowing his limbs and restoring his body. He then suppressed the splitting pain in his skull, steadied his three spirits, and stabilized his spiritual aura.
Casting off his disheveled state, he said coolly, "If I wish to come, heaven and earth cannot stop me. If I wish to leave, the mortal world cannot keep me. In this muddy world of red dust, who can stand in the way of Ouyang Quxian?"
His profound art grasped the workings of creation.
Perfect Truth, Perfect Truth Demon.
Boundless mystical radiance erupted, countless beams of brilliance illuminating the nine heavens.
At this moment, Ouyang Quxian fully revealed the majesty of a Dao Sovereign.
Like stars in the heavenly abyss blooming within endless void, it blossomed into a flower that belonged to him alone.
It was a gray azure lotus, suppressing the netherworld below and reaching the blue heavens above, eternal through the ages, its pearly radiance never fading.
All things decayed, yet the lotus did not; all races fell silent, yet the Dao did not.
"Dao art."
"True Demon Azure Heaven Flower!"
Ouyang Quxian strode through the air like a divine lord gazing down upon heaven and earth.
Among the crowd, a Great Sage cried out, "That is?!"
"It cannot be wrong."
"That is a flower."
"This is a Dao Flower."
The Saints all widened their eyes, seemingly wanting to see clearly how a Dao Sovereign made his move—and even more so, how a Dao Sovereign attained the Dao.
Yet the mere might of that Dao Flower was like chaos descending. As the azure lotus swayed, everyone involuntarily retreated beneath its pressure. Those with lesser cultivation immediately felt their blood boil, thin streams of blood flowing from their seven apertures.
"Dao Sovereign."
"A sovereign