When the time came, even challenging the Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign realm or an even higher realm would likely no longer be difficult.
This was also one of the Nuwa Stone's most precious treasures.
"What a Nuwa Stone. It truly deserves to be one of the Ten Great Ancient Divine Artifacts."
Lu Yunxiao sighed, a trace of satisfaction flashing through his eyes.
The next moment, with a thought from him, the phenomena filling the sky dissipated, and the Five-Colored Radiant Aura enveloping Lu Yunxiao quietly faded away as well.
Clad in white robes, Lu Yunxiao still looked as carefree and ethereal as ever.
Yet the current Lu Yunxiao seemed to possess an added sense of haziness.
As though he did not belong to the mortal world.
"Yunxiao!"
Only after seeing Lu Yunxiao withdraw his pressure did Ling Qingzhu dare approach him.
She took a few graceful steps to his side. Looking at his current appearance, she suddenly froze, shock and confusion welling up in her clear eyes.
"Yunxiao, you..."
Lu Yunxiao's appearance did not seem to have changed much, but his aura had grown immensely stronger.
In particular, though Lu Yunxiao was clearly not emitting any pressure, she still felt oppressed whenever she stood before him.
It was like a lower life-form encountering one of a higher level.
This was absolute suppression.
"What is it?"
Lu Yunxiao smiled faintly, picking up a strand of Ling Qingzhu's black hair and lightly brushing it across her snowy, tender cheeks.
A faint, tingling itch spread across her face, but Ling Qingzhu had no attention to spare for it.
Looking at Lu Yunxiao, she asked in puzzlement, "Yunxiao, why do you feel so completely different now?"
"It feels as though there is a veil of mist around you, dreamlike and illusory. I cannot see through