Chapter 615: Victory and defeat, deliberations: "Please vote with your monthly tickets!"
"Spirit Transmutation!"
Xu Chuan would never concede so easily. He unleashed his secret art, reinforcing it with his own spiritual consciousness.
The Xiantian Withering-and-Blooming Finger seemed to receive an infusion of fresh vitality, its power surging.
No—more precisely, its power of dissolution intensified severalfold.
The two sides traded blows, neither yielding an inch.
In the end, both attacks dissipated.
Zhang Fan gazed intently at Xu Chuan and asked curiously, "What secret art did you just use, Fellow Daoist Xu? It could actually reinforce a divine ability?"
"And unless my senses deceived me, your spiritual consciousness has already reached Nascent Soul perfection, hasn't it?"
"The secret art is called Spirit Transmutation. I obtained it in a secret realm, so I cannot divulge its details.
"As for my spiritual consciousness, your senses were indeed correct, Fellow Daoist Zhang."
"Spirit Transmutation—that sounds promising. Fellow Daoist Xu, though your magic power falls a little short, your spiritual consciousness is strong enough, and your secret arts and divine abilities are all first-rate.
"In that case, I shall hold nothing back."
"That is exactly what I wanted!" Xu Chuan smiled faintly.
Then—
Zhang Fan's white robes billowed fiercely. Towering magic power poured from his body, sweeping through a thousand miles of clouds.
The space behind him trembled violently. Dao marks proliferated as his immense magic power condensed into shape.
A phantom a hundred zhang tall manifested!
The phantom stood between heaven and earth, its pressure enveloping hundreds of miles. Its features were identical to Zhang Fan's.
Clad in luxurious moon-white robes, it resounded with Dao resonance, the majestic authority of heaven and earth radiating from it.
This was the ultimate evolution of his divine abilities.
It was a Nascent Soul cultivator's final trump card.