It was a palm as immense and massive as a mountain, its creases clearly visible, formed from countless intricate inscriptions of the Great Dao. In its center and at the tip of each finger grew a horizontal-pupiled eye brimming with sentience.
Zhang Yuan and the others hovered before the palm like ants, insignificant to the extreme.
Under the gaze of the palm's six eyes, Ye Guhong and Xu Lingyin, both at the peak of the outer dao golden core realm, were nearly scared witless. They had never imagined that Hu Ying's true body would actually be a palm.
Demons and monsters, plants attaining sentience-those they could understand. But how had a palm, one without flesh and blood that resembled a giant hand conjured by a cultivator's spell, developed intelligence and become a spirit monster?
This lay utterly beyond their comprehension.
Never mind the two lower cultivators-even the Mysterious Court's Mahayana and Tribulation Transcendence Realm elders, its Immortal Lords, or even its two Great Immortal Lords would have stood rooted to the spot, unable to comprehend the "living being" before them.
"This palm... looks awfully familiar. Master, have we seen it somewhere before?"
Zhang Yuan gazed at Hu Ying's true body, feeling that it looked familiar, and asked.
Xiao Yuanjun raised an eyebrow and nodded. "It does look familiar."
After a moment's thought, Zhang Yuan suddenly recalled the palm strike True Lord Imperial Balance Myriad Turns had unleashed before-the giant hand of a divine ability that True Lord Grand Harmony Spirit Command, Liu Zezheng, had ultimately enlightened with the profound mystery of golden palace sand, granting it intelligence and allowing it to flee for its life.
Although the palm before him had lost much of its conceptual image and was no longer at its peak, at most comparable to celestial person