But the drain was enormous.
Although Vast Righteous Qi could keep him at his peak forever, that meant his mind and condition remained at their peak, not that his magical power was inexhaustible.
The total magical power of an early-stage Primordial Origin Golden Immortal was limited, after all.
Every clash with the three Quasi-Saints consumed an enormous amount of his reserves.
Every swing of the Primordial Heaven-Measuring Ruler, every gathering of his Vast Righteous Qi barrier.
Every moment he maintained the Merit Profound Yellow Dharma Aspect drained his magical power.
The Merit Profound Yellow Dharma Aspect slowly revolved behind him, continuously converting accumulated fortune and merit into magical power to replenish him.
Golden light of merit flowed into his Dantian like a stream, while purple power of fortune coursed through his meridians, filling the emptiness left by his expenditure of magical power.
But he was still consuming power faster than he could replenish it.
The three Quasi-Saints' offensive was simply too fierce. Several attacks descended simultaneously with every breath, forcing him to expend magical power constantly to counter them.
He needed time.
But he did not know how long the Twelve Ancestral Witches would take to arrive, either.
Even with Di Jiang traveling at full speed using his spatial divine abilities, covering the distance from Mount Buzhou to the Undying Volcano would take some time.
Until reinforcements arrived, he had to hold out on his own.
Meanwhile, within his Dantian, the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin slowly revolved.
It was an ancient bronze coin, round on the outside with a square hole in its center, and a pair of small wings growing from its rim.
The wings fluttered gently, each beat stirring a faint golden ripple. The Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin's fundamental law was "transaction."
Goods for goods, power for power, a price