Once an ultimate divine ability was unleashed, it could make heaven and earth change color, shake the earth and topple mountains, freeze ten thousand miles, or burn all eight desolations. Yet it could also be a breeze caressing one's face, gentle wind and fine rain; it could contain heaven and earth within a square inch, or manifest endless transformations in the span of an instant. Difficult as the former feats were, the latter were harder beyond imagination.
For great divine abilities, spirit-communing divine abilities, or even transformation divine abilities, accomplishing the latter was likewise exceedingly difficult—but compared to ultimate divine abilities, they simply were not worth mentioning.
Old Monster Qi brought his palms together, forming a block of ice over a foot long, more than half a foot wide, and three inches thick. That streak of golden light was trapped inside. With a backhanded flick, he hurled the ice block aside, and his body shot away.
Cao Feiyun was also a sword cultivator, and Yan Chihuo focused with all twelve parts of his attention to see how he would respond. Cao Feiyun's method was simple and brutal: his Flying Sword transformed into a streak of sword light, and with a single sweep, it ground that golden light into nothingness.
Li Fusheng flicked his hand, sending out a patch of black cloud filled with waves of ghostly wails. The moment the golden light entered it, it vanished without a trace. This divine ability carried an indescribable air of strangeness and evil.
Yan Chihuo's heart stirred. Is this the Ghost Path's ultimate divine ability, Cycle of Life and Death? It's actually this formidable. That golden light was an item from the Immortal Realm, containing a grand and upright essence of pure yang—the nemesis of demonic and ghostly paths. Yet Li Fusheng had