Boom!
The seven Great Daos reacted at once, their Dao power suppressing everything.
The White Cloud Dao erupted first, a powerful Dao might filling the Star Gate.
The Tai Chi Dao, the Lunar Dao, the Body-Tempering Dao...
The seven Great Daos crisscrossed and intertwined, their Dao patterns weaving a net of the Great Dao.
The newly condensed figure was immediately suppressed. A powerful Soul Dao resisted the seven Great Daos.
The Soul Dao was exceptionally terrifying; even the seven Great Daos could not crush it outright.
For a time, the two sides remained deadlocked.
The soul figure's expression was extremely ugly. "Brat, is this how you treat a benefactor from the older generation?"
"So it is Senior. Even a wisp of your divine soul possesses such power. Changkong admires you."
Jiang Changkong's soul projection rose to its feet, and the seven Great Daos withdrew.
He was shocked, yet also relieved. After all, the person before him was a near-god.
Star Dao martial artists carried ten percent of the Great Dao, while near-gods had long surpassed that realm by far.
He had only just entered the Star Dao and could carry merely a fraction of the Great Dao—not even ten percent.
Being able to fight a remnant soul of a near-god to a draw was already quite good.
Thinking back, before he had entered the Star Dao, he had believed he could still give it a try. It was rather laughable.
Back then, he had still been too naive and had underestimated near-gods.
As the Dao power dispersed, Jiang Changkong clasped his hands. "It was merely an instinctive defense. I did not expect Senior to suddenly appear."
The soul figure's expression eased slightly. "You have entered the Star Dao much earlier than I expected."
"Senior, you promised that once I entered