Buddha's Disciple

Yi Xuangong was not surprised by Feng's defeat.

After all, Guang Jisou was the master of an entire Dao Ground. He possessed plenty of Spirit Treasures, more than enough to bridge the gap between the Second Level of Qi Cultivation and the Second Level of Qi Assimilation.

They did far more than bridge it.

By comparison, Yi Xuangong's own Dao Ground could not afford such extravagance. When the four Ming Kings had betrayed it, they had not only left but taken much of its wealth with them.

Afterward, the Dao Ground had fallen into the Burial-Star Sand Sea, leaving no chance to forge new Spirit Treasures. They had made do ever since. The Eight-Wind Bag in Feng's hands suited him only because Yi Xuangong had spared no effort arranging it. More Spirit Treasures were out of the question.

Besides, they were needed elsewhere.

With that thought, Yi Xuangong glanced at the fighting around the other Tomb Stars. The defenders were holding firm, but none could spare the strength to help.

"I'll have to act myself."

Yi Xuangong took a deep breath. Guang Jisou had already begun pursuing Feng, who was badly wounded. If this went on, Feng's life would be in danger.

Yi Xuangong immediately stepped forward.

With that single step, the full might of his Third Level of Qi Assimilation was revealed. It was as though a great sun had risen in deep space, its blazing radiance bathing the universe in golden splendor.

Then Yi Xuangong pointed from afar.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Golden light tore through space. It was another Spirit Treasure, hidden within the great sun's radiance, yet fine as a hair and swift as lightning. In the blink of an eye, it reached Guang Jisou.

"The Solar Gilded Gold Needle!?"

Guang Jisou let out a strange cry and