Bright Light Clears Filth

White Aunt frowned, a flicker of anger surfacing in her eyes. Under the intense mental stimulation, strands of dazzling white light spilled from her body, forming several slender, tentacle-like rays behind her. After swaying in the air for a moment, they suddenly lashed forward.

The tentacle-like light reflected in Chen Chuan's eyes abruptly enlarged before him, but the next instant, he slapped it aside with one hand. Spiritual light scattered outward in a ring from the collision.

He stared at the luminous tentacle and sensed his Second Self faintly blurring. It had undoubtedly merged with some sort of power from the other side.

"The Fusion Faction..."

Without waiting for the luminous tentacle to strike again, he stepped forward onto the lake's surface. Just as she had done when approaching him earlier, he now walked across the water toward her. The platinum radiance around him reflected in the lake, seeming to join with the white vapor clouds rushing into the sky, and beneath the astonished gazes of the onlookers in the distance, he strode toward her step by step.

White Aunt said, "Young man, watch your tone. Don't be so arrogant!"

She pulled a long hairpin from her bun and held it as a weapon, letting her hair fall loose. At the same time, she swept her long sleeve, churning the entire lake. The water beneath Chen Chuan surged as well, lifting his whole body upward.

Yet he continued moving forward. Though waves roiled beneath his feet, his advancing figure did not sway in the slightest. Every splash of water became support beneath his steps.

White Aunt did not remain where she was. Holding the long hairpin, she tapped off with her foot and merged into a streak of light, charging toward him.

At the same time, several figures formed from