Bang!
That crimson light could not be evaded. It locked onto Shi Yongheng and struck him squarely, raising clouds of crimson mist from the crown of his head.
His body staggered, but he held firm and was not killed.
Screech!
A streak of purple light swooped down, vast and majestic, bearing a grand profundity. It ruled over all beneath heaven, looking down upon all living beings.
Shi Yongheng frowned. His eyes remained closed, yet he sensed even more clearly that these truly were not lightning—they were more like vast wills.
Moreover, they were vastly different. Perhaps because they had been created by the founders of their respective methods, these wills were far more immense.
The blessings of heaven and earth continued to descend, all manner of auspicious light rippling like water.
However, such bestowals would eventually come to an end. They could not continue forever.
After ten years of accumulation, Shi Hao had already been close to the Supreme Realm. Having now received such immense benefits, he was extraordinarily close to becoming a Supreme.
The purple light struck his body, making him shudder violently. His primordial spirit nearly exploded, yet his flesh remained unharmed. This made him feel an even deeper terror!
Screech!
Purple light surged like beacon smoke, shooting straight into the sky and growing ever more terrifying. This was the final strike dealt by that light.
Shi Yongheng's body trembled. The blow forced every pore across his body open, and purple light covered him from head to toe. Yet it still did not harm his body. As the light flowed, it gathered within his skull.
Boom!
It was as though dozens of muffled thunderclaps had exploded beside Shi Yongheng's ears, reverberating within his skull. Streak after streak of purple light did everything in their power to tear apart