Lightning coursed along the primordial qi of heaven and earth, hurtling straight toward the depths of Yishan's soul. A flicker of regret immediately rose in his heart.
He had made a mistake.
It had clearly been nothing more than pure fist aura, merely raised before him. At most, it could stir up a few wisps of lightning. What could possibly be so serious about that?
Yet it had felt like sword intent, planting a thought of fear within his heart.
And it was precisely that tiny flaw in his heart that broke his originally perfect state of body and soul dispersing as one, allowing the lightning to find a target to attack.
Within this mist, his soul had changed from formless into corporeal, and thus presented a flaw for the lightning to exploit.
Had this brat stumbled upon good fortune, or had he deliberately calculated everything and waited here for him?
Yishan had no time to guess. He summoned a blaze of demonic fire and shot it toward Yang Sui beneath the cover of the mist, while his own body quietly manifested within the fog. He circulated his cultivation to disperse the lightning that had already pressed close to the depths of his soul.
Who knew what tricks lay within the lightning cleaved forth by that brat's fists? If it injured his soul, he would truly be taking a loss.
"This old man is Yishan, an elder of the Blackblood Esoteric Church. Which esteemed figure of the Longevity Sect might you be?"
Though he already knew the answer, Yishan still announced his name.
Of course, that was not the only thing he did.
His body traced an eerie curve through the air as he climbed ever upward.
The Ninefold Heavenly Firmament—this was the greatest difference between Reverted Elixir cultivators and