This was precisely the Lan Clan Patriarch's Primordial Spirit, yet it was shrouded in a hazy veil of light and shadow, making it impossible to see its true form.
Even more terrifyingly, everyone present—including Meng Zhao and Zhao Rulíng, who were secretly observing this place through the Wind Listening Technique—experienced a moment of chaos in their minds upon seeing that hazy light and shadow, becoming muddleheaded fools.
The stronger one was, like Feng Ling, Meng Zhao, and Zhao Rulíng, the faster one recovered. The weaker one's martial cultivation, the greater the impact suffered and the slower the recovery.
As the Lan Clan Patriarch's Primordial Spirit exerted its power, boundless origin energy gathered from heaven and earth, swiftly condensing into a Dharma body.
This Dharma body looked almost exactly like the Lan Clan Patriarch's true body. The only difference was that it lacked a touch of reality and fleshly substance.
As the Dharma body formed, the Tiantian Clan members who had previously been affected gradually came to as well. Many even patted their heads, unable to understand what had happened, looking utterly dazed.
Feng Ling glanced at the Dharma body the Lan Clan Patriarch had condensed atop the arena with Primordial Spirit Power. He was somewhat alarmed, but even more astonished.
As far as he knew, the Lan Clan Patriarch cultivated the Tiantian Clan's True Unity Esoteric Scripture, a thunder path famed for the greatest killing power.
The Primordial Spirit he cultivated could be called the Thunder Command Primordial Spirit, commanding thunder and lightning, peerless in attack.
Yet the Lan Clan Patriarch's Primordial Spirit path just now seemed to bear not the slightest trace of the True Unity Esoteric Scripture. It was not even connected to any of the Tiantian Clan's great divine arts. Instead, it carried an air of ignorance,