The world around them changed at once, pressing inward and forming terrifying spatial ripples that swept toward Wang Mang. Behind him appeared the phantom of a giant, one-horned python. It opened its mouth and spat out a beam of light toward the dreadful pressure, but the beam burst apart under the onslaught. Only a wisp of soul essence remained, wrapping around his primordial spirit, which was now feeble and on the verge of dispersing despite not having completely collapsed.
Wang Mang let out an angry roar and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face contorted in pain. He hurriedly drew the black python, which he had conjured from his primordial spirit, back into his body. He had never imagined that the primordial spirit he had cultivated for countless years would be so weak that it could not even withstand his opponent's pressure.
The pressure transformed into a terrifying sword and attacked Wang Mang again. With no other choice, Wang Mang summoned a massive Soul Shadow behind him: a gigantic Black Dragon. Its eyes were lifeless, but when the overwhelming pressure struck, the Black Dragon suddenly opened them. Facing the terrifying power of the primordial spirit, it opened its mouth and swallowed it.
"Hmm? Ao Cang's aura." The phantom of the primordial spirit, which had been about to attack again, stopped and gazed at the motionless Black Dragon in surprise.
Wang Mang wore a bitter expression as he drew Ao Cang's primordial spirit into his body. The Black Dragon's primordial spirit was incredibly powerful, but he still hadn't had time to refine it. Otherwise, his own primordial spirit wouldn't have been so weak.
The Soul Shadow said, "You actually had the good fortune to enter this world. The passage to the Taiji World appeared and vanished in an instant. You're