Fang Yun spent an entire month before he completely grasped his new power.
Even so, Fang Yun still felt the strain of a child wielding a hundred-jin iron hammer.
Fang Yun's body had reached the Provisional Ancestor level, his Sacred Sense had reached the Provisional Ancestor level, and his Void Sacred Way had even surpassed the Provisional Ancestor level to reach the true Saint Ancestor level. However, the Human Race Sacred Way still fell somewhat short, and he had only comprehended it, not mastered it.
Fully understanding something and putting it into practice were two connected yet utterly different matters.
Next, I can test this new power. Fang Yun finished cultivating and opened his eyes.
The first thing that entered his sight was the Great Sages, each shrunken down and sprawled upon the ground, their eyes filled with fury and humiliation.
Fang Yun froze for a moment. Only an instant later did he realize what had happened. Smiling faintly, he said, "I have made you all suffer." With that, he withdrew the Saint Ancestor aura around him.
Yet not a single Great Sage dared rise.
A whole month of suppression had bred fear in their hearts alongside fury and humiliation.
They had already acknowledged that Fang Yun truly was a Saint Ancestor.
"What overwhelming Ancestral Might!" Lang Liao's avatar sneered.
"How about a full-force spar?" Fang Yun turned toward Lang Liao's avatar. His gaze was clear, the black and white of his eyes distinct, like a full moon in the night sky—not merely bright, but seeming to gaze down from high above.
"This..."
A month ago, Lang Liao's avatar would have wished for nothing more and immediately agreed. But now, he hesitated.
As fellow team members, they were in principle forbidden from fighting to the death, especially in dangerous situations.