Among masters, there was always a special and subtle feeling known as mutual admiration.
What was a master?
What made a master powerful was not martial arts, not exquisitely subtle moves, not spiritual strength or some aspect of martial theory, but—the heart!
As the Qilin roared and the Demon Dragon howled.
Before the Duan family's ancestral residence, a hundred li from the Leshan Giant Buddha, a gray-haired elder had just strode up when he abruptly stopped. As he spun around, his white hair scattered in the wind, and two sharp gazes like peerless swords seemed to pierce across space and time toward the distant summit of the Leshan Giant Buddha, invisible to the naked eye, where they met the spirit of the person undergoing a breakthrough.
"Black! Wind! Stronghold! Chief!"
Rumble—!
Both sensed the other's formidable spiritual power.
Atop the dizzying and awe-inspiring Great Buddha, a vast and tyrannical aura suddenly erupted from Jiang Dali's Divine Demon body, which had begun to be covered in golden-black hues.
Having absorbed a great amount of the power of Heaven and Earth, his cultivation had reached a terrifying level along with his breakthrough into the Return to Truth 7th Realm. Even the internal force spilling from his body swept in all directions like savage qi, shaking the Great Buddha violently and making it rumble like thunder. With a boom, walls of water surged from the river.
Amid the tremendous noise, waves crashed heavily and splashed up layer upon layer, leaping and rolling along the embankment.
The river occasionally surged into towering columns of water, scattering mist-like spray and prompting cries of alarm from the spectators on the embankment. They could barely keep their footing, all of them stunned by the terrifying sight of such a powerful expert breaking through.
"A sword! Such powerful