Amid flashing light, Chen Chuan stood there with the Snow Monarch Blade in hand, his body wrapped in dense platinum-white spiritual radiance, while strands of Purple Qi and wispy white mist drifted around him.
A red sash fluttered around the Snow Monarch Blade, while wings seemed to spread faintly within the white vapor.
At this moment, his true body had arrived here.
He had spoken at such length with Bai Yuzi earlier precisely to give his true body time to arrive.
At that very moment, rumbling sounds came from the sky, like peals of thunder, while violent winds rose all around Beize.
The powers of the two worlds converged once more, inevitably triggering celestial phenomena, though the spectacle was even more immense than in their previous clashes.
Bai Yuzi pulled his arm outward, and the chains there shattered inch by inch, all turning into faint vapor that drifted away.
The arrival of the spiritual world had greatly enhanced his power, and the restraints here had already reached their original limit. Like rotten, slack ropes, they broke at the slightest struggle.
He looked at Chen Chuan and saw that the latter was looking back at him. With a scoff, he stood atop a great boulder with his sleeves hanging behind him. Crystalline water vapor emerged from thin air around him, somewhere between tangible and intangible, surging and roiling there.
As light flashed in his eyes, it crashed down upon Chen Chuan with the momentum of ten thousand rushing waves.
Chen Chuan did not move. Vapor likewise surged around him, rolling forward to meet the attack. As the mists collided, lightning-like cracks burst forth along the point of contact.
For an instant, they seemed evenly matched. Yet in the next moment, the white mist advanced with unstoppable force, shoving toward its opponent.