Two phantoms stood in the void.
One wore a dark gold and purple robe and carried a black longsword on his back. His hair was mostly black, with a few white strands, and he carried a faint celestial air.
The other was a middle-aged man clad in purple light, with faint arcs of lightning swirling around him. He radiated a fierce, domineering aura.
One of them was Fang Mo's master, Ling Cangyan of Taichu Peak. The other was Shi Yuanhao's master, Venerable Gu Yu of Yuxiao Peak. He, too, was in the Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm, though he had reached it a step before Ling Cangyan.
Their gazes seemed to pierce the void and reach Fang Mo, cultivating inside the cave. Venerable Gu Yu's voice held a note of surprise. "A perfected Dao Seed really is different. In such a short time, he's already condensed Taichu Origin Liquid!"
Ling Cangyan said calmly,
"Do you feel better now? Shi Yuanhao's defeat wasn't undeserved. Fang Mo's comprehension is peerless, beyond anything seen in ancient or modern times!"
A trace of disappointment flashed in Venerable Gu Yu's eyes. "Yuanhao could have won. It's a pity he's had things too easy. The sect has practically poured all its resources into him, and he's been focused on reaching the True Man Realm. That's only made him timid. If he'd unleashed the full power of the Purple Thunder Sword, your disciple definitely wouldn't have been able to stop him!"
Ling Cangyan said coolly,
"Senior Brother Gu Yu, martial artists defy heaven itself. They should press forward without hesitation. Your disciple's been raised in a hothouse for too long; he's lost a martial artist's will. The Purple Thunder Sword is powerful, but he lacked the resolve to use it decisively. Even if he'd unleashed its full power,