Along the way, Fang Yun captured several of Lang Liao's incarnations, but he could not pry any answers from them. He could only deduce from every scrap of evidence: the routes the incarnations had taken, the places they had appeared, the traces they had left behind, and so on.
Fang Yun continually adjusted his direction through new discoveries.
At last, a faint warning stirred within him.
Fang Yun stopped and raised his head toward a range of rolling green peaks.
There, Fang Yun sensed a familiar power.
It was the power of Lang Liao's incarnations, and there was more than one.
"Found you!"
Fang Yun took a single step and pierced into the Void.
At that instant, Lang Liao's true body, which had been asleep, jolted awake. By instinct, he released the power and might of a Saint Ancestor, but at the same time, dense black chains emerged from the Void. Like a spiderweb, they pounced upon him, sealing most of his released power back inside his body. Only Ancestral Breath and a small measure of power spilled out.
Even that small amount of leaking power gave rise to a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering upheaval.
Mountain ranges within a million miles exploded, peaks collapsed and flew apart, and all living things were annihilated.
The incarnations surrounding Lang Liao were all slain by the power leaking from his own body.
"This is... Fang Yun, the one the sages spoke of?"
Lang Liao lay on the ground, his enormous wolf eyes shifting as he looked toward Fang Yun, who had suddenly descended into the sky above.
In Lang Liao's eyes, Fang Yun was not merely a Saint Body. He stood within a rudimentary dark universe, Sacred Sense swirling around him, Ancestral Might winding about him, while the terrifying Void Sacred Way seemed to have