King Yan, Jiang Suxin

Provoked by the taunt, Chou Yuan remained unmoved.

His eyes tightly shut, he pointed nine times in succession with two fingers.

For the first eight times, the power of the Dian Cang Finger struck his chest, dispelling the several strange forces raging within his body. The injuries covering him healed in an instant.

The final finger landed squarely between his brows.

As the nine fingers fell, Chou Yuan's aura surged wildly. His swelling magic power seemed endless, boundless might erupted, and quantitative change gave rise to qualitative change as a Dharma Idol slowly condensed.

It was a tall and imposing figure, hazy and indistinct, its true appearance impossible to make out. Even its clothes and robes were obscured by rolling mist, impossible to see clearly.

Only its eyes were distinct, streams of divine light cascading from them.

The divine eyes were like the Milky Way plunging from the heavens in a flying waterfall. Strange phenomena unfolded in profusion: birds, beasts, and countless scaled creatures; true dragons and phoenixes darting through the Milky Way at play; qilins drinking and resting; and a motionless Black Tortoise lying in the water.

The divine eyes held neither sorrow nor joy, and the Dharma Idol itself showed not the slightest trace of aura. Yet in Lu Bei's eyes, it possessed a domineering will that struck straight at the soul, pressing down on heaven and earth like a raging flood destroying the world until they could barely lift their heads.

For a moment, the Artistic Conception of Unity of Heaven and Man became unbalanced, nearly impossible to maintain.

Lu Bei was horrified. He had no idea which immortal deity Chou Yuan had summoned. If this Dharma Idol was the true body of King Yan, he would say nothing more, pack up that very night, move to