As that young Daoist stepped into the area shrouded by the lamplight, Li Qingyun sensed it.
Leveraging the "universal satellite" ability of the Human Dao Lamp, his divine sense immediately focused downward, "smelling" the intense aura of the Abyss Clan bloodline on the opponent's body.
The true blood is pure and his cultivation is extraordinary, he musters a figure in the top twenty of the main lineage!
Yet I am at the critical juncture of strengthening the human race's bloodline. No matter how noble you are, if you dare to step up and disturb me, I will suppress and execute you today!
The Three Saints Mountain is very near, but you are destined to never be able to ascend the mountain...
Li Qingyun sat cross-legged in the chaos of the tree chamber, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as he watched that young Daoist speed toward the Three Saints Mountain. He no longer held back, causing the Human Dao Lamp to float up as the lamplight blazed brilliantly.
"Suppress!"
A single gentle word weighed over ten thousand jun.
Hum!
Amidst the fluttering white catkins across the sky, that formless and grand lamplight abruptly transformed into a substantive dark green halo. Like one hundred thousand divine mountains, it instantly covered and crushed down upon the young Daoist below.
"Well timed!"
The young Daoist Twelve Young Master Yuan was slightly startled, but then he let out two long laughs. Rings of dark black halos erupted around his entire body in an instant, attempting to resist the descending lamplight.
By this time, he had already ascertained that the one making a move must be the very Yuan Li Qingyun whom Uncle Nineteen had spoken of.
"Let me see just what you're truly made of!"
"Ever since I stepped into the Shore Reaching