This divine radiance was gold by day and jade by moonlight, gold and jade fused as one—tyrannically fierce beyond compare, yet able to slip through every crack. It could be called the ultimate of sun and moon.
Yet, though he was drowned in the divine radiance, the instant it touched him, Yu noticed a piece of good news: Tai Jia carried no Divine Lord Radiance.
If he had, that one blow would have left not even scraps of Yu behind.
The bad news was that, even without Divine Lord Radiance, Yu still could not defeat him.
Because Tai Jia actually bore a trace of the Divine Lord.
A trace was something even more inferior than radiance.
Origin, Great Dao, divine ability, power, aura, radiance, karma, trace...
By the classification of power, the various powers of a mighty lifeform declined in that order—not a decline in quantity, but in quality.
Of course, upon reaching a higher realm, karma would suddenly leap far forward in importance, but that was not something Yu could come into contact with.
Speaking of which, if his current Heavenly Origin Dao Body were classified, it should also belong to the category of traces.
And if one traced the Heavenly Origin Method back to its source, it stood far above the Bright Void Method.
But the problem was that this was not his Great Luo Heaven. It was a world formed from a fragment of the Bright Void Divine Lord's Dao Fruit, giving Tai Jia an enormous home-field advantage.
Rumble!
A colossal explosion erupted.
Though they were not Tai Jia's targets, both Zhao Chengs were violently hurled away by the shockwave.
"Outsiders, this is not a place where you can run wild!"
Tai Jia stepped out of the void, his robes fluttering. He seemed both Daoist and Buddhist,