The pure golden radiance was translucent as the dawn. It swirled around the Daoist, forming something like an avatar or a Heavenly Manifestation. Great Emperor Gouchen was one of the Four Imperials. Even suppressed, his attack should have been invincible among those of the same level and realm. Yet now it had been stopped in its tracks.
And not merely stopped.
The weapon had even been seized, slowly pulled away from the young Daoist's brow and eyes.
Qi WuHuo stepped forward half a pace. The sword in his hand rang out, then swept sideways, tearing through the wind.
The vast Cultivation Body surrounding him surged higher. The hand gripping Great Emperor Gouchen's weapon swept sideways, and Gouchen's expression remained impassive as he was forced to retreat half a step. His cold, indifferent eyes reflected that brilliant golden radiance, that vast, luminous aura. He sensed a status that was no weaker in essence than his own—and perhaps even a shade higher.
The ancient battle-axe in his hand shuddered. He held it at his side and spoke slowly:
"...Taiyi?"
"No. That can't be. Taiyi should have perished in the events of that year."
"Then why do you possess this Cultivation Body?"
Qi WuHuo gripped his sword as the power of the Taiyi Cultivation Body slowly rose from him. Since the Taiyi Seal was fused with his Primordial Spirit, he could still channel this power even in the world of the Primordial Spirit, where he was now. It had not been diminished—
At that moment, Qi WuHuo felt Taiyi's power once more.
Only now, this power was no longer filled with another consciousness, nor was it brimming with murderous intent and hatred toward him. Instead, it obeyed him like an extension of his own arm, pure and entirely under his control. He raised