Lu Suhua looked at the person before her with a strange gaze. "You are..."
The figure opposite remained silent. Just as Lu Qing had said, it did nothing meaningless. It simply assumed a fist stance. Since this was within the layer of Lu Suhua's divine soul, there were no astonishing visual spectacles. Yet that majestic fist intent—as if ten thousand soaring mountains were crashing down—had been rising with incredible speed since the very beginning, looking as though it would traverse the earth and, with towering might, take control of the flow and transformation of all vital energy.
The Dingyuan Hammer.
Lu Suhua's divine soul surged, and her consciousness finally returned to her vast Sea of Consciousness.
She could no longer care about anything outside. She reined in her mind and spirit. Within the Sea of Consciousness, her Yang God was like the sun leaping out of the sea, unleashing ten thousand strands of golden light that reached everywhere, clashing with the force opposite her.
The two sides collided, but at the same time, an immense suction force was bred. The stronger the collision force, the more fiercely they became entangled. The boundless Sea of Consciousness whipped up towering waves. What churned up within them was naturally not mere tide water, but all the memories, emotions, and realizations of a lifetime. They formed sky-blotting water mists, intertwining and fusing until it was impossible to tell them apart.
Right in the midst of this entanglement, Lu Suhua could feel the Dingyuan Hammer opposite her using its towering momentum to generate a tremendous gravitational pull, gathering the information within the Sea of Consciousness over to its side. With the power of the Dingyuan, it sought to master everything and seize control, which was still in her hands.
The Dingyuan Hammer was the most