[Golden light darted through the great hall, illuminating the entire space with the blazing brilliance of a furnace.]
[Within the illusory River of Forgetfulness behind Li Luosheng, countless souls awakened one after another, their forms turning from insubstantial to solid. Every one of them radiated the pressure of the Perfected Dragon Court Stage.]
[A chill ran through your heart. This place clearly forbade the circulation of mana, yet Li Luosheng's Yellow Springs Secret Art seemed utterly unrestricted.]
[Not only that, ever since parting in the Langya Heavenly Realm, the aura of this imperial son had become even more profound and unfathomable than before.]
[You could not help recalling that Danling had vanished briefly after passing through the teleportation array—he must have gained something else during that time.]
[Though this Centipede Daoist possessed vicious methods, his cultivation had ultimately not broken through to the Great Dao Golden Core realm. Against the layers upon layers of soul phantoms summoned by Danling, he would likely find it difficult to contend.]
[Five-Colored Divine Light flowed around your body. No matter how the golden light assailed you, it quietly vanished the moment it touched the divine light. You stood calmly at the edge of the battle, in no hurry to act.]
[Though the Centipede Daoist had fallen into a disadvantage, he still seemed to have a hidden trump card.]
[Before long, the Daoist had been forced into a corner of the great hall, and the densely packed eyes over his body slowly closed.]
[Li Luosheng's voice rang out, cold and clear. "I have no intention of taking your life. You need only hand over the thing."]
[The old Daoist's expression remained calm. "You are not the fated one. I cannot give it to you."]
[Li Luosheng said in a deep voice, "You are an old