"Dao-Seizing Tentacle, seize it for me!"
Within the Time Realm, silvery-white radiance suddenly blazed through the darkness.
The tentacles linking War Ancestor and Xu Xiaoshou abruptly began to tremble violently, surging with wave after wave of powerful suction.
They looked as though they intended to drain War Ancestor completely, sucking Him dry into a shriveled corpse.
"Urgh!"
War Ancestor's pupils shook violently as He let out a low, muffled groan.
From His body, soul, and consciousness came the agonizing pain of being forcibly torn away, like knives stabbing and axes carving, as though He were about to be dissected and analyzed down to the last detail.
He felt His entire being beginning to collapse, as though He were being torn apart by five horses, nearly splitting open and dying.
"Bzzzz..."
Mysterious Dao-glow surged.
Seven-colored streams of light were plundered from the War Ancestor Dharma Image and, through the Dao-Seizing Tentacles, frenziedly poured into Xu Xiaoshou's body.
Compared with War Ancestor's suffering, Xu Xiaoshou was almost unable to suppress the pleasure surging through him, nearly moaning aloud.
"Too... too good..."
It was as though he were nestled within a warm swaddling cloth. Every part of his body, soul, and intent was protected by the Power of Reputation.
And although the realizations, knowledge, and experience within the War Ancestor Dharma Image were vast and mighty, bolstered by his perfected Way of Will, they caused Xu Xiaoshou not the slightest harm.
He became an enormous sponge, receiving and demanding without end. He did not feel remotely stuffed; he only wanted more, and more still.
Every influx of Great Dao essence deepened his understanding of the Way of Body, the Way of Battle, and Gu Wu's aperture-opening and acupoint-piercing techniques by far more than a level.
"Nine Palaces Spatial Battle..."
Xu Xiaoshou saw the