He had also cultivated all kinds of Great Dao Divine Powers to perfection.
Twenty years had passed. Wuji now felt stronger than ever before, and he was at the peak of his condition.
If he fought the version of himself that had just entered Fengwang Hall, a light strike would be enough to defeat him with ease.
Even he was startled by this discovery.
Wuji, in his best condition, rose to his feet and looked confidently at the Golden Dao. "My understanding of the Dao is no longer what it used to be. Passing through this Dao should be no problem now, right?" Before his words had even faded, he flashed to the entrance of the Golden Dao.
The moment Wuji stepped into Fengwang Hall, he felt as though his power had been restrained by the entire palace.
Breaking free of that restraint would mean forfeiting his qualification for the trial.
At this moment, the only thing he could rely on was his own understanding of the Dao.
Suddenly, countless golden storms swept toward him.
These were attacks born from the rhythms of the Dao, carrying the First Generation Fengwang's insights into the Dao.
It was as though Wuji was engaged in a profound debate on the Dao with the First Generation Fengwang, every exchange of attack and defense a fierce collision between their Dao principles.
While fending off the attacks, Wuji raced forward through the rhythms of the Dao.
At the same time, the Dao-rhythm assaults left behind by the first Saint King grew increasingly violent.
At first, he handled them with ease, but as time passed, he gradually began to struggle.
The many Great Daos he had yet to cultivate to perfection began to show themselves.
Unfortunately, Wuji currently had only one Dao that had reached perfection: the