Li Hao's face twisted with pain, along with an urge for bloodshed and slaughter.
He suddenly thought of the Dragon Saint standing before the ancient well earlier. His expression had been savage and ferocious, seemingly influenced by the power within the well.
"It can actually affect my primordial spirit, even my Sacred Dao will!"
Li Hao was alarmed. That savage, maddened emotion seemed to spring from the very roots of his Dao thoughts, yet also resembled an irresistible force draped over him like a coat, steering him. Given enough time, he might even lose control and do something utterly disastrous.
Li Hao immediately used the power of Immortal Transformation to merge his mind with the world. This was the unity of man and nature of the Heaven and Man Realm.
That ferocious emotion gradually faded. His primordial spirit and consciousness dispersed throughout the world, across an expanse too vast for this thing to affect unless it could influence the entire surrounding world.
Once his heart had regained its calm, Li Hao glanced at the Dragon Saint crazily attacking the small courtyard. Rather than retaliating, he swiftly retreated toward the statue.
Meanwhile, the auras of the Source Ancestor and the God King converged on this place from either side. Both kept their auras concealed and remained out of sight.
Li Hao knew they had already witnessed what was happening here from the shadows. "Trying to escape? You can't! All of you must die!"
The Dragon Saint roared madly. He seemed to have lost control already, his eyes scarlet and bloody light seeping from every scale.
He swooped toward Li Hao, intending to flatten the small courtyard as well, but when his power struck it, the silvery-gray light blocked him.
Seeing this, Li Hao was certain the Dragon Saint had lost control,