Buzz—
At the instant five-colored light surged out from Chen Xuan's body, heaven and earth changed color. Gold, azure, blue, red, and yellow—five streams of light shot from his dantian like five colossal dragons, intertwining, coiling, and merging three feet above his head into a blazing five-colored sun.
That five-colored sun measured a full hundred feet across. Suspended above Chen Xuan's head, it painted the entire mountain range in dazzling hues.
Wherever its light passed, dust in the air was illuminated, shattered stones on the ground cast multicolored shadows, and even the verdant pines and cypresses on distant peaks were plated with a halo of five-colored radiance.
That was no ordinary light. It was Golden Core light, a phenomenon formed by the overflowing power of an Immortal Core after its condensation.
The five-colored sun slowly revolved. With every turn, invisible pressure spread from it in ripples toward the surroundings.
That pressure was not as tyrannical and aggressively unleashed as Jiang Daoxuan's. It was vast, deep, and omnipresent.
It was not the roar of a savage beast, but more like the pulse of the earth, the tides of the ocean, the breathing of the sky.
It surged in from all directions, centered on Chen Xuan and enveloping a radius of over a dozen miles. The Grandmasters of Subduing Dragon Temple were the first to feel this pressure.
The instant that pressure descended, their knees buckled, and they nearly fell to their knees.
It was not fear, but instinct—just as when ants faced a giant dragon, the body would submit before the mind could react.
"This... this is..."
An Innate Grandmaster's legs went weak. Only by clutching the companion beside him did he barely manage to stand steady, his voice trembling.
"Immortal Core... this is the aura of an Immortal Core..."
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