Mo Qiong pondered for a moment, then suddenly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, a streak of clear light slipped into the center of his brows.
Knocking on the Palace, entering the Dao—it was accomplished in one smooth step.
"For now, I can only reach the Nascent Soul Stage." Mo Qiong muttered, "There's the Mystic Side here, which means I can also use cultivation powers."
The entering-the-Dao stage was as easy as eating and drinking for Mo Qiong. Once he had a primordial spirit, he could see souls. Even if his physical body were destroyed, his primordial spirit would not be erased by reality. It could exist independently.
"It's useless. The Ancient Gods without the Magic Ban's suppression possess strength beyond your imagination. With a single thought, they can wash over you and turn you into dust," Kelon said.
Mo Qiong said, "No. I only need these 'eyes of the primordial spirit' to observe all their attacks."
As long as he could see, Mo Qiong could strike. After all, he had Butcher's Blade.
The butcher's knife's trait could be considered a form of indirect absolute contact. As long as it could see something, it could cut everything as if it were beef. This meant that even certain energy attacks could be cut apart!
The primordial spirit's spiritual sight was far stronger than the naked eye. With it, even invisible attacks such as divine sense could be seen.
"You're going to kill your way in head-on?" Kelon exclaimed.
"Why not?" Mo Qiong said.
Suppressing his anger, Kelon said, "Have you been listening to me at all? Hah... hah... Do you know how much pain I'm in right now? You can't die. No matter what, you can't die!"
"Listen, I can still endure. You should hide for now, or go