The battle within the main hall had reached a stalemate. Thanks to having only recently completed his cultivation, Elder Yi's vital essence and dharma power were abundant, and he was at the very height of his strength. His combat state was excellent as well; every divine ability and Daoist technique came readily to hand.
Through this battle, he had also worked through many obstructions that had long baffled him. For a time, he felt incomparably exhilarated, and his spirit and vigor actually grew stronger the longer he fought.
The only thing troubling him was that no matter how he attacked that golden-bodied Daoist, the man would disperse into a pool of golden liquid, only to gather himself together again in the end.
Elder Yi was a man of experience. Since he believed the golden body's Primordial Spirit had not originated from the same source, he had originally hoped that repeatedly scattering it would wear down its spirit and weaken it. Yet he discovered that this might work, but it might require a bitter battle lasting a year and a half. If he could afford to drag it out, he would have been willing to continue.
Yet for some reason, the more fiercely they fought, the more unease he sensed, as if some change detrimental to himself was taking place. But he did not know where the problem lay. Thus, he felt that he had to find a way to deal with this man as quickly as possible.
So he quietly separated out a thread of qi and intent, sending it into bundles of jade slips. He himself could not find a way to deal with the opponent, but those books had been placed there; perhaps they contained records concerning this kind of golden body, and perhaps he could find a