"Hm?"
Chen Qiu condensed his spiritual energy into a blade and slashed at the oval stone floating before him. Yet the moment the strike landed, his brows furrowed slightly.
His first impression—
Hard.
Incomparably hard.
He was already an Immortal Emperor, his cultivation invincible beneath the heavens. Even an ordinary attack formed from spiritual energy was not something an average Immortal Emperor could withstand, yet this oval stone made him feel some strain. But... only some strain.
"Hard is good. Hard is good."
Chen Qiu murmured as the blade-like spiritual energy slowly cut through the stone like a water saw. The harder it was, the more extraordinary it proved this stone to be. He had cultivated atop this stone for many years.
Yet he had never imagined that this stone would be where the Heavenly Dao Soul lay dormant.
Finally—
After a hundred breaths, the stone was split in half from the middle, slowly separating.
Immediately after—
"Ah!!!"
A painful howl rang out, and a wisp of black mist shot forth, fleeing toward the horizon at a speed impossible for the naked eye to catch.
But before Chen Qiu, that speed was utterly insufficient.
A vast amount of spiritual energy surged forward, forming a cage that trapped the black mist within. The cage steadily shrank, squeezing the space in which the black mist could move.
Though the black mist was extremely fast, it could not break through Chen Qiu's prison of spiritual energy.
"So you really were here."
Chen Qiu looked at the black mist endlessly crashing against the spiritual-energy cage in his palm. He suddenly smiled and softly said, "How unpredictable the affairs of this world are. Who would have thought that you had always been by my side, accompanying me for so many years?"
"Fortunately, I am someone