Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Ultimately Become Immortal

As he closed in, not only did thunderbolts fall from the sky, chasing after him and striking down.

Even the surrounding air was woven with countless fine nets of lightning plasma, layer upon layer obstructing his advance.

This was the old Daoist's method of "toying" with lightning-aspect qi.

It was not something that could be achieved through top-tier control and the support of immense lightning-aspect martial principles alone. Mental power was also needed to catalyze and alter it, producing such a "lightning prison."

It could be said that the entire Imaginary World had now almost become the old Daoist's domain.

The closer Meng Chuan drew, the denser the nets of lightning plasma became.

The strength his opponent displayed at this moment was the power of an intent realm, nearly equivalent to a Martial Arts Grandmaster who had just entered the Third Limit.

Meng Chuan was under tremendous pressure facing him.

Fortunately, Mad Daoist had not cultivated both internally and externally; his physical body was his weakness.

If the other man had cultivated a body-tempering method like his, Meng Chuan probably would not have been able to take him down anytime soon.

These lightning nets could not halt his charge.

Meng Chuan's skin was covered in pitch-black Earth Vein Energy, while multicolored precious light, like a rainbow disco ball, enveloped him and rapidly melted and dismantled the lightning nets.

Upon touching the lightning, he turned it to his own use.

It continued propelling his body faster and faster, until he became a rainbow of indescribable color.

Layer after layer of obstacles shattered apart. Meng Chuan had no taboos—he simply charged!

At last, he leaped to the mountaintop. Standing on the Cloud Ascending Steps, he stared down at the crazy old man. Black light and multicolored radiance flickered around him, crackling with