At last!
Cheng Buzheng still could not find the slightest record related to it.
If there had been even the faintest rumor, he might have connected the technique the High Priest had used to the method of forging a Law Treasure Body.
But there truly was nothing.
What made Cheng Buzheng's spine run cold even more was this:
"If the High Priest had possessed such a heaven-defying trump card all along, why had he endured in silence until now?!
Through several previous life-and-death crises, he had never revealed even a trace of it!
Such scheming, such patience—simply... terrifying beyond measure!"
Island-Moving Venerable's chain of calculations and the High Priest's deeply concealed strength—two terrifying forces far exceeding his expectations—now crashed together with a thunderous collision!
In an instant, the situation became murky and bewildering, with victory and defeat impossible to predict!
The secret delight Cheng Buzheng had begun to feel at the prospect of "the snipe and clam fighting, while the fisherman reaped the reward"
was like having a basin of ice water poured over his head, instantly cooling away.
He frowned tightly, cold sweat unconsciously seeping from his palms.
Before these two monsters, who had revealed all their trump cards and whose combat power had surged to unimaginable heights, no matter who ultimately emerged victorious, would there...
still be a chance for him to "snatch chestnuts from the fire" and obtain that great opportunity capable of sending his path of cultivation soaring forward?
At this moment, the future before him seemed shrouded beneath a thick gloom, distant beyond reach, and even...
filled with lethal peril!
This pinnacle confrontation, which concerned the survival of several Spirit Transformation cultivators and stirred the winds and clouds across the Boundless Sea, had already surpassed his original predictions, and was sliding toward an abyss beyond