This had already surpassed all reason, surpassed the laws of heaven.
Wang Xuan's soul kept expanding, transforming, and ascending within his sea of consciousness. From a Ghost Immortal to a one-tribulation Ghost Immortal, then two tribulations, three tribulations... nine-tribulation Ghost Immortal. Finally, all his thoughts became completely Pure Yang, condensing into a vast Yang God.
The Yang God appeared above Wang Xuan's head.
It was a golden figure with the same face as Wang Xuan, radiating Pure Yang energy from head to toe. Like a blazing sun hanging high in the sky, it illuminated the entire side hall. As the Yang God's aura spread outward, everyone in the imperial palace felt that warm, vast power.
Wang Xuan opened his eyes and looked up at the Yang God above him.
He raised a hand, and the Yang God raised a hand in sync. He clenched his fist, and the Yang God clenched its fist in sync. The sensation was incomparably marvelous, as though he had gained a perfectly synchronized avatar, yet one far stronger than any avatar.
"Yang God..."
Feeling the power contained within the Yang God, Wang Xuan could not suppress the excitement rising in his heart. The Yang God realm was the realm countless soul cultivators dreamed of attaining. Even among the ancient Saint Emperors, only a handful had achieved a Yang God. Yet he had reached it in just a few breaths.
Moreover, his Yang God was the most powerful among all Yang Gods. He had pushed the Soul Volume of the Creation Heavenly Scripture to its absolute limit, surpassing even its creator, Creation Daoist. This meant that his Yang God was even stronger than Creation Daoist's.
Wang Xuan withdrew his Yang God, and his consciousness returned to his body.
He tried to sense a higher realm.
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