The white-robed cultivator was an evil god. Though he had studied the Dao of cultivators, he possessed none of the emotional responses of ordinary people, nor any notion of honor or disgrace. Hearing Zhengqing describe him as dust that could be swept away at will, he showed no anger at all. Instead, he admitted, "Your Excellency is indeed formidable, which is why I previously dared not face you.
"Since you were able to block me, you must have seen through the Dao methods as I understand them. Your Excellency is right: I cannot defeat you with these Dao methods, so I can only return to my original form. Yet I was fortunate enough to behold all manner of wondrous methods, and I do not wish to give them up just like this."
Daoist Zhengqing did not attack at once. He stood in the void and looked at him, as if waiting to see what choice he would make.
Light flashed rapidly several times around the white-robed cultivator, and wisps of white smoke drifted from his body. The white vapor gathered together, vaguely forming the shape of a little boy in white.
As this little boy was drawn out of his body, the Dao methods he had glimpsed seemed to be stripped away along with him. His original appearance could no longer be maintained, and he gradually transformed into a massive monster seemingly twisted together from countless limbs and internal organs. Eyes of varying sizes grew all over it, making it look exceptionally savage and bizarre.
Lin Tingzhi and the others watched this scene through the curtain of watery light, all calm and composed. But the disciples along the outer edge of the platform could not endure it. Though they had not seen the sight itself, each of them felt agitated