If possible, Meng Zhao even wanted to have a proper exchange with the owner of that Blood-red vertical pupil, also known as the Eye of the Heavenly Dao.
How had the other party preserved only his incomplete Primordial Spirit after his body perished?
And how had he used mere Primordial Spirit Power to invade the Lesser Heavenly Dao and achieve Dao Integration?
And if he had truly integrated with the Dao, then the Heavenly Dao should have been impartial and desireless. Yet it had retained its own will and beliefs, even draining the potential and essence of this Poisonous Cave Space to create a body capable of bearing his incomplete Primordial Spirit, one with boundless potential.
Every one of these things was profoundly mysterious, yet they had all gathered in one person. It was enough to show what a heaven-blessed, peerless genius this expert had been—the one who had fallen here and fused his incomplete Primordial Spirit with the Lesser Heavenly Dao.
What a pity, what a pity. Such thoughts were destined to remain wishful fantasies for Meng Zhao.
For the Lesser Heavenly Dao's Eye displayed only boundless venom and destruction. There was plainly not a trace of reason or clarity within it, much less any possibility of communication.
Meng Zhao placed his right hand behind his back and gently raised his left. Two soft, pliant currents of force drifted down onto Horse-Face Ghost and Yan Libing.
With the aid of this strange power, the two were finally able to completely break free from the influence and mutation caused by the Lesser Heavenly Dao's Eye.
"So, this is the expert Dragon King Meng spoke of—the one who invaded the Heavenly Dao Will?"
Meng Zhao shook his head, then nodded, sighing.
"Yes. Unfortunately, not entirely. His body perished, and Primordial Spirit