As Lu Qiuxian's words fell, a figure slowly emerged from the mist of Great Dao ahead. The figure was exceedingly tall; before Lu Qiuxian, it was like a mountain peak. Judging by its outline, it seemed to be draped in a great robe, the embroidered sleeves fluttering like raging, burning flames.
"Lu Qiuxian, your will has already become the obsession that limits you."
A voice came from within the mist of Great Dao, sonorous and resounding, echoing without end.
Lu Qiuxian looked at the figure and asked, "What? Joining the Eternal Dao Pole lets one break free of obsession?"
"The Eternal Dao Pole is the future, the destination of the Great Dao. You have only this one path. If you refuse to bow your head, and remain in the River of Fate forever, how will you search for that father of yours who has already reincarnated?"
Hearing the other party's words, a cold gleam flashed in Lu Qiuxian's eyes.
Just then, that majestic figure stepped out from the mist of Great Dao. It was a burly man in a dark red great robe, his black hair hanging loose at random, his face imposing, his gaze filled with pressure. Standing before the mist of Great Dao, he was like the incarnation of darkness, oppressive and terrifying.
Facing his stare, Lu Qiuxian's expression did not change. He slowly rose to his feet, and a powerful aura erupted from within him.
"Di Jiuyin, then let me see whether you have the ability to escape from my hands once more!"
Lu Qiuxian spoke. The instant his words fell, thousands upon thousands of strands of Sword Qi erupted, dispersing the surrounding mist of Great Dao. Around Di Jiuyin, a layer of Qi barrier appeared, resisting the Sword Qi attacking from all directions. Remnants of Sword