As they spoke, they entered the Heavenly Palace. Inside, all was gold and splendor. The two emperors sat facing each other, radiating light in all directions.
But in Tang Changsheng's eyes, most of that radiance was illusory, a display of majesty and nothing more. Their true power was just as he had guessed: only at the Yang Spirit Level.
A mighty force bore down on him like mountains collapsing and seas overturning.
Tang Changsheng merely smiled faintly. He had seen too many true masters, and he himself stood on the threshold of Yin Exhaustion, Yang Emergence. This much power was no longer enough to move him.
The Primordial Unity Taiyi Divine Talisman stirred, and power from the Dharma Realm surged out to stop the force cold. For a moment, it was as though a gale had sprung up inside the Heavenly Palace, sending the guards and Immortal Officials staggering in every direction.
The force withdrew as soon as it touched him. The Founding Emperor laughed. "We thought that, with authority over the Heavenly Pivot, our strength had grown enough to surpass you, True Person. Who would have expected you to advance so quickly? You only entered the Yin Spirit Realm a few years ago, didn't you? And already you're about to become a Yang Spirit."
The test had been somewhat rude, but his frank admission left Tang Changsheng little room for resentment. He smiled. "I came out this time to prepare for my breakthrough to Yang Spirit. If we meet again, I'll be a Yang Spirit..."
What he left unsaid was that if the breakthrough failed, he would either undergo Liberation by Violence or have his soul scattered to the winds.
Worse, at the moment of Yin Exhaustion, Yang Emergence, a spark of Yang Fire would burn through all his