Thud, thud, thud, thud!
In moments, Xing Tian felt the crushing pressure of eternal ages, of time and fate across planes and dimensions.
Ever since Daoist Hongjun had closed that hand around him.
They had piled layer upon layer upon the true spirit within his sea of consciousness.
At the same time.
He had originally possessed no three souls, only seven po.
Yet now, within the sea of consciousness of Xing Tian, a second-generation Great Shaman of the Witch Clan, that sliver of the Great Dao origin law of strength, which he had compressed to its utmost limit, began to sprout like a germinating seed!
It sprouted amid the endless crushing pressure from Dao Ancestor Hongjun's palm!
Hiss, hiss!
At that moment, a force possessed of an utterly unique vitality appeared in the sky beyond the Heavenly Court.
It began to burgeon with astonishing speed.
And at that moment.
Daoist Hongjun, who had originally believed that a single strike of his palm would settle this disturbance.
Could not help letting out a startled sound.
With a look of uncertainty and astonishment, he watched Xing Tian, whom he held in his hand and had already crushed into a lump of mangled flesh.
And who, under layer upon layer of pressure, had been compressed into an infinitesimally small bundle of energy.
He was bewildered.
"What change, what opportunity of the Great Dao, has this brute encountered? At this very moment, his vitality is actually increasing rather than diminishing, rising to an even higher level! What is going on?"
Thud!
Thud, thud!
Thud, thud, thud!
An impact like the beating of a heart came from that lump of flesh, compressed to an infinitesimal size within Dao Ancestor Hongjun's grasp.
It resounded fiercely!
Each tremor, each shock like the pounding of a heart, shook