Taichu Myriad Manifestations Art

In the void, two figures stood.

One wore a dark gold-and-purple robe, with a black longsword strapped across his back. His black hair carried a few streaks of white, and he exuded a faint immortal aura.

The other was a middle-aged man clad in violet light, faint lightning coiling around him, radiating a tyrannical, explosive presence.

One of them was Fang Mo's master, Ling Cangyan of Taichu Peak. The other was Shi Yuanhao's master, Venerable Gu Yu of Imperial Sky Peak. He was also in the Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm, though he had entered it a step earlier than Ling Cangyan.

Their gazes seemed to pierce through the void as they watched Fang Mo cultivating inside the cave. Venerable Gu Yu said with surprise, "A perfected Dao Seed truly is different. In such a short time, he has already condensed Taichu Primordial Liquid!"

Ling Cangyan said calmly,

"Feeling better now? Shi Yuanhao did not lose unjustly. His comprehension is unparalleled through the ages!"

Disappointment flickered in Venerable Gu Yu's eyes. "Yuanhao could have won. Unfortunately, everything has gone too smoothly for him. The sect has nearly poured all its resources into him, and with his mind set solely on advancing to the True Man Realm, he has instead become somewhat overly cautious. If he had unleashed the full might of the Purple Thunder Sword, your disciple definitely would not have been able to stop him!"

Ling Cangyan said blandly,

"Senior Brother Gu Yu, martial artists walk a path that defies heaven, and they should forge ahead without hesitation. Your disciple has been raised in a greenhouse for too long and has already lost a martial artist's will. The Purple Thunder Sword may be powerful, but it lacks that resolve to stake everything on a single blow. Even if he had