But refining a master of myriad transformations, forcibly abolishing his martial arts and extracting his divine abilities, was indeed no easy task—scarcely easier than refining the five God Kings. Facing the rapidly spinning thunder chains that were about to bore through the gates of his acupoints, Hong Xuanji's expression changed. Then he suddenly burst into wild laughter again. It was as though he had become another person; his laughter brimmed with the bleak, primordial aura of ancient chaos. With this move, Hong Xuanji locked down his vital energy, suppressed his essence, condensed it into a single mass, and drew it all inward, leaving Hong Yi's grand array unable to extract even the slightest trace of him. Back in primordial times, the five God Kings—Immortal, Doom, Terror, Great Destruction, and Gouli—had dominated that age through their physical bodies. Great Emperor Longevity had expended immense effort to refine them, yet had never succeeded. Hong Xuanji now possessed nearly ninety percent of a God King's power at the height of the primordial era. Hong Yi did not possess Great Emperor Longevity's capabilities; refining him would be immensely difficult. It was precisely because of this that the I Ching Pavilion kept rising higher. Over the past half month, Prince Yu had repeatedly issued decrees to elevate the I Ching Pavilion, displaying favor, glory, and the bearing of a sage. Now, the I Ching Pavilion stood a great stretch taller than the imperial city, like a treasured sword piercing the vault of heaven, or a heavenly pillar holding up the entire sky. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Ever since Hong Yi had surrounded Yujing and settled the overall situation, Zhouyi Academy had unmistakably become the true leader of the righteous path and the number one sect beneath heaven. In an instant, Hong Yi transferred from the
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