A Fateful Bond
God of Primordial Origin's true body was a gigantic fireball.
Before He Ping could draw near, a humanoid figure condensed from flames charged out, its fist blasting toward him like lightning.
With that punch, three suns hung high in the sky. Flames surged across the heavens—one Azure Yang, one Crimson Yang, and one White Yang. The raging fire burned like dragons and tides, setting all the void ablaze in an instant.
"Three Yangs Usher in Prosperity, Heaven and Earth Calamity Transformation!"
As the three suns rose, everything around them fell still. Yet He Ping immediately felt boundless flames about to erupt from within his body, as though fire would jet out from the depths of every pore.
"An excellent fist technique."
In that instant, He Ping felt utterly drained, like a lamp running out of oil. It was not a real sensation, but a vast vision brought about by the fist intent.
Under the might of this punch, illusion and reality would shift and reverse. Soul, thought, and mind would all self-destruct amid the flames of the psyche ignited by this fist force.
"An ordinary True Immortal wouldn't even need to withstand this power. Merely touching a trace of its intent would set their innate spiritual nature ablaze."
He Ping sneered. With only a deep breath, the flames burning all over his body rushed back into him.
"Emperor You's mana is like the Heavenly Dao itself—flawless and without leak. I still cannot achieve that, but the essence of my mind has long fused with the power of the Second Heavenly Dao. Even if it is not flawless and without leak, I can still wield it as I please and transform it at will..."
He Ping inhaled all the flames in one breath, then backhanded a punch forward.