"Bang."
At Mei Ge Mu's sound, the half ring he had flicked out suddenly became covered in cracks. Then, it struck the tip of the demonic sword Cleansing Mortal Bonds with perfect precision. Upon impact, the ring turned into stardust. Within that stardust, the essence of power that this unknown banished immortal had achieved in a previous life—after who knew how many tens of thousands of years of absorption, refinement, and circulating through the heavens—completely erupted. Under that power, the stardust transformed into luck and collided with the power of the Sword of Innate Killing Luck.
Then, nothing happened. Even if Wang Qi forcefully poured the remaining power of the Xin Curse into Cleansing Mortal Bonds, the Devil Curse power, which was more compatible with the Five Virtues of the Primordial, was fundamentally incompatible with Cleansing Mortal Bonds and could not unleash its greatest strength. Thus, that seemingly ferocious strike was blocked just like that.
"What..." Wang Qi was dumbfounded.
His counterattack had actually been neutralized so easily?
"How could this do..." Wang Qi gritted his teeth. "No one gets to show off in front of me and then run away... urgh!"
An intense pain erupted. Wang Qi felt his vision beginning to turn red. It was the result of blood vessels in his eyes bursting.
Originally, Wang Qi's Primordial Spirit Domain could only cover roughly a hundred zhang. But he had expanded that range severalfold. Correspondingly, the pressure this brought him increased with the square of the extended distance. Every time he doubled the effective range, he had to endure four times the pressure. This greatly shortened the time he could maintain his Primordial Spirit Domain.
Wang Qi had long fulfilled every condition needed to break through the heavenly barrier, but he himself resisted becoming a Primordial Spirit cultivator.