Li Qingyun floated above the giant ring phantom, maintaining his posture of cupping his hands toward the cosmos while his expression remained entirely calm.
This body was the rebirth of an Eternal Soul Corpse. Although he had already lived another life, he knew that in the eyes of certain supreme mysteries, the origin of this body's roots would be impossible to conceal.
This Great Cosmos, densely packed with various bizarre ring phantoms, clearly possessed its own rules, just as he had needed to struggle desperately earlier to gain its recognition and thereby reclaim the freedom to breathe.
Upon first arrival, when weak, one naturally had to go with the flow.
Going against the heavens was merely a fallback option after things became impossible.
Something feels wrong...
After waiting for a moment, seeing that he had not ushered in the Haotian investiture as the enlightenment had promised in the seeking of the title, Li Qingyun felt a subtle sense that something was amiss.
At that moment, a ball of ambiguous, illusory, hazy starlight, shaped like some kind of six-winged exotic insect, suddenly flashed in front of him, its contour and form roughly twice the size of Li Qingyun.
The moment the starlight appeared, it seemed to lock onto him, passing through the near-imperceptible ring phantoms and tentatively closing in.
wisps of ill intent emanated slightly from that six-winged insect starlight.
"Does it want to eat me? Is this considered a tribulation for the soul corpse's rebirth and attainment of the Dao?" Li Qingyun was slightly startled, then found it somewhat amusing.
Although the poor daoist had not yet grown instantly to transform into a heavenly lord's body, his foundational strength—eight times that of Wan Nu Heaven—was right here, and it was not yet the turn of a stray fire to bully