Too dull...
Gu Shaoshang casually crushed the Chaos Bell, yet his heart did not stir in the slightest.
Whether it was an Innate Spiritual Treasure or an Innate supreme treasure, it held no meaning for him now.
The reason Daoist Hongjun of the Taiyi Era had distributed so many Innate Spiritual Treasures was naturally because, after attaining sainthood, those treasures had limited use for him—or rather, no use at all.
And how tyrannical was Gu Shaoshang now that he had attained the Source of the Way of Strength?
The six Law Spirits born from his Primordial Divine Fist Dao had each occupied an Innate Great Dao, yet not a single great power in the Purple Sky Palace had raised an objection. That alone spoke volumes.
Daoist Hongjun, who had once suppressed the Three Thousand Great God Demons before merging with the Dao, might not have surpassed him now.
With the strength of his fingers at this moment, a casual pinch would be enough to compress an Eternal Epoch and immeasurable dimensions of space-time into marbles. In his eyes, a Chaos Bell that had lost Taiyi's control was not even worth as much as the body of a Hunyuan Wuji being.
However, the Chaos Bell was rooted in Taiyi's Dao. So long as Taiyi did not die, it would not perish. Even if crushed, it would not have much effect.
Gu Shaoshang remained composed, but after the Chaos Bell was crushed, Fang Yun was utterly dumbfounded.
The Chaos Bell had just been crushed like that?
Crushed?
Shattered?
Fang Yun only felt his mind buzzing. He drifted in a daze, unable to tell where he was, his body and mind utterly numb.
Only after a long, long time did Fang Yun slowly recover. Looking at the strands of Mysterious Yellow Qi still