Before Heavenly Pivot, a finger stopped barely an inch away. It seemed to contain immense, righteous power, yet no matter what, it could advance no farther.
He felt his body suddenly lighten and could finally move again. He hurriedly retreated to a safe distance, then looked at the Black-Robed Figure and breathed a sigh of relief.
"You're finally back. If you'd come any later..."
Halfway through, Heavenly Pivot abruptly fell silent. As though he had witnessed something inconceivable, his eyes flew wide, filled with disbelief.
Everything had happened too suddenly for him to react. Now, seeing the utterly undisguised aura emanating from the other man, he was struck dumb.
This couldn't be right? This couldn't be right?
How could Du You's aura be on the same level as a Great Dao Venerable's? Were his eyes playing tricks on him? He rubbed his eyes and looked again.
There was no mistake. A Great Dao Venerable.
"You, you, you-"
Heavenly Pivot stammered, unable to get a coherent word out. He could scarcely imagine what he was seeing. Du You, with the cultivation of a Great Dao Venerable?
Was he dreaming in broad daylight?
When he'd met him a year ago, hadn't Du You still been undergoing his first Thunder Calamity? How had he suddenly become a Great Dao Venerable without a word? This was bad. The man really had become a senior cultivator!
"Young friend Heavenly Pivot, you seem rather surprised to see me?" Chu Mo looked back at him with a smile.
"I, I, I-" Heavenly Pivot's words stuck in his throat. He seemed to have a thousand things to say, yet could not utter a single word.
He glanced at his own current cultivation: the perfected middle stage of Dao Integration. Then he looked at the other man's cultivation: Seventh