Li Daoyuan's thoughts stirred.
The great war between the Two Worlds had taken place long ago. Its course had long since grown obscure, and most records offered only a single line: "The barbarians of the Otherworld recklessly took up arms."
Yet he still knew a thing or two about certain crucial details.
For instance, some Fuli Cultivators were clearly not beings of Radiant Splendor Heaven, yet could inexplicably command its Heavenly Dao and temporarily act in heaven's stead. Then there were the fiends who manipulated emotions and thoughts, beguiling people into puppets...
All manner of uncanny arts had emerged without end. The most vile among them was the art of "stealing truth to make falsehood." Its harm was endless; all the bamboo in the world would not have sufficed to record its crimes.
Li Daoyuan's gaze darkened as he looked steadily at the three. "Ever since I refined my Primordial Spirit into pure yang, ordinary arts of truth and falsehood have had no effect on me."
He paused, then said gravely, "Only the Fuli Cultivators of legend could deceive my Primordial Spirit's senses."
"Right, and yet not quite." Fairy He chuckled. "Still, Brother Daoyuan, you certainly are knowledgeable. Since you know where we came from, why not surrender without a struggle? Spare yourself the torment of torture."
At that, Li Daoyuan laughed in anger. "Surrender without a struggle? In all my years of cultivation, this is the first time I've heard anything so laughable."
He swept his sleeve, and boundless rosy light burst forth behind him, accompanied by a thousand streams of auspicious qi. A pagoda, a cauldron, a furnace, a seal, and a ring-five pure yang Dharmic Treasures rose in splendor, showering down a vast flood of immortal light.
"So what if you're Fuli Cultivators? You're nothing but a