"In the end... in the end, I still couldn't defeat you..."
Wu Lianyi's face was deathly pale as he murmured in pain.
In a mere instant, the vitality throughout his body had suffered devastating damage.
Neither Tian Heng nor Fang Qianyuan was someone he could match. In single combat, he might have been able to put up some resistance, or even find an opportunity to escape, but with the two joining forces, his demise here today was all but assured.
Wu Lianyi cast a long look below. The once-bustling city had already been shrouded in boundless darkness.
The sight mirrored his feelings at that moment.
Yet within that boundless darkness, a dazzling light also flared to life.
It was a golden lotus that seemed cast from gold, roughly the size of a fist, radiating brilliant light and warmth like the dawn.
It floated above Wu Lianyi's head, its blossom opening into three petals. It seemed suffused with a strange, sacred, and majestic significance, its presence extraordinary beyond measure.
Tian Heng's expression tightened slightly. "Three flowers gathering at the crown?"
Three flowers gathering at the crown, five qi returning to the origin-these were manifestations produced by mighty practitioners of the ancient Dharma Dao upon attaining mastery. No one had reached this stage for tens of thousands of years.
According to legend, this was a Dao fruit that only immortals beyond Heaven Tier, or even golden immortals, the highest grade of immortals, could attain.
A golden immortal's body enjoyed everlasting life without death; a golden immortal's soul was immortal and indestructible; a golden immortal's soul was impervious to ten thousand calamities.
The union of these three was called the true immortal realm.
But soon, Tian Heng's expression changed again. "So that's it. He has cultivated his divine soul to a level comparable