"What is this aura? Such a terrifying aura."
"Saint... a quasi-saint. This is the aura of a quasi-saint! Which quasi-saint powerhouse is enraged?"
"Why are you still barking? Run! Just run!"
"Take me with you!"
Countless panicked cries rang out amid the mountain ranges. Who knew how many reclusive cultivators burst from their cave dwellings, staring in horror at the Taotie phantom in the sky.
Some of the weaker cultivators even began bleeding from all seven orifices on the spot. The energy within their bodies broke free like wild horses slipping their reins, turning into motes of light that flew toward the sky.
Within a radius of a million pengcheng, at the very heart of this prefecture, countless gazes converged beneath the sky.
And beneath that sky, Wei Shang Tian had finally completed his transformation.
A terrifying aura erupted violently from his body, like a volcano that had stored its fury for ten thousand years finally finding an outlet.
That aura spread outward in all directions with him at its center like a tangible shockwave, sweeping across hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers.
The power of laws condensed into visible ripples in the air, surging outward layer upon layer.
Quasi-Saint.
He had stepped into the Quasi-Saint realm in a single stride.
Between a Daluo Golden Immortal and a Quasi-Saint lay a heavenly chasm—the gulf between immortal and saint, the final shackle between the mundane and the sacred.
Since ancient times, how many peerless prodigies had been trapped at this step for thousands, even tens of thousands of years, exhausting the strength of their entire lives without being able to cross it?
Yet Wei Shang Tian, at the very instant his Taotie Divine Body awakened, had forcefully crossed that heavenly chasm.
Golden Immortals were mortal; Quasi-Saints were sacred.