Repeated Fluctuations
Clearly, the wave sent forth by Cen Ye also carried divine sense attacks, seizing the initiative with a stunning start. That wave crashed directly into Lu Xiaotian's mind.
What made it even more formidable was that the subsequent attacks surged forward like an endless, boundless tide, coming on in an unceasing torrent.
Lu Xiaotian felt as though he, like the lightning transformed by the Five Thunder Arrows and those twelve crimson pillars of mystic fire, had been drawn into the other party's Lixiao Water Realm. Although their might was extraordinary and kicked up layer upon layer of towering waves, they were perpetually enveloped by the other party's endless ocean, struggling to shake off its control.
Merely in terms of the Profound Immortal realm, this Cen Ye had indeed pushed the Lixiao Water Realm he currently cultivated to its absolute limit.
Lu Xiaotian reckoned that even if he were to reach this realm himself, he might not necessarily do better than his opponent. Vast was the Immortal World, and true talents indeed emerged in succession. If this youth kept cultivating like this, his future prospects would also be boundless. In Lu Xiaotian's eyes, Cen Ye's potential actually surpassed that of both Chu Zhaoyang and Lou Yikong.
Appreciation was appreciation, however, and Lu Xiaotian was not about to let a mere reason like this stand in the way of those twenty million lower-grade immortal crystals.
The violent lightning and the twelve crimson pillars of mystic fire, which had originally been sucked into the Lixiao Water Realm and were gradually sinking into the ocean, seemed to have no hope of turning the tables, appearing only to sink deeper and deeper within the Lixiao Water Realm.
Yet Cen Ye suddenly felt an emptiness in his heart, as the two divine abilities of