"One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones—the auras of these three clones are actually not the slightest bit weaker than the true body's?"
Li Qingshan was shaken as well, his gaze incomparably grave.
His eyes fell upon the three figures.
One was an old man, his hair white as frost and his features ancient and unadorned. The aura of time's vicissitudes flowed around him, as though he had walked forth from eternity.
Within those clouded eyes were reflected phantoms of heaven and earth being born and extinguished. With every step he took, ripples of time spread beneath his feet.
One was a middle-aged man with a cold expression, his purple robes billowing. His brows and features were identical to True Person Purple Void's true body, and his bearing was as steady as a mountain.
The chaotic purple qi surrounding him was the densest of all, as though he wore a Daoist robe woven from the laws of the Great Dao. Every gesture carried the force of collapsing mountains.
One was a youth, handsome and refined, with the faintest hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Yet the chaotic radiance surging within his eyes was sharper than that of the other two, like a peerless immortal sword hidden in its sheath—if it did not emerge, so be it; once it did, blood would be drawn.
The three figures stood in three directions, echoing their true body from afar, tightly trapping Chu Yingluo and Li Qingshan in the very center.
The auras of four peerless Immortal Kings spread forth at once, like four chaotic blazing suns rising simultaneously, illuminating the entire Purple Void Heavenly Origin Formation as brightly as day!
The laws of the Great Dao shook violently around them, and even the void trembled fiercely, as though