Though Yan Chihuo's soul was extraordinarily powerful, if it were torn in half by these two Great Daos, he still could not escape a fate of, at best, becoming an idiot, and at worst, having his soul scattered to the winds.
Thus, he set the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations in motion, held fast to his primal unity, and racked his brains for a solution. The two Great Daos battled one another with growing ferocity. Had it been anyone else, their soul would have long since split in two. Yet the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations that Yan Chihuo had painstakingly cultivated displayed astonishing effects at this moment. Not only was his soul not torn apart by the two Great Daos, it instead grew increasingly solid, drawing the two Great Daos ever closer together. Naturally, Yan Chihuo suffered all the more for it.
By the end, Yan Chihuo could no longer think of anything at all. He only knew that his soul could not be torn apart, and the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations revolved faster and faster. He had no idea how much time passed before the excruciating pain began to ease, making him secretly breathe a sigh of relief. He truly feared that the agony would make him lose consciousness, allowing the two Great Daos to contend with each other until his soul split apart.
He examined himself carefully, only to be startled once more. The two Great Daos had actually begun to merge! Within the scope of his knowledge, this was something unprecedented.
Yan Chihuo was both frightened and delighted. He was frightened because he had never heard of such a thing and had no idea what consequences it might bring. Yet he was delighted because this matter had finally found a solution.
Before advancing to the Dao Integration Stage this time, Yan