Just then, a dazzling golden light suddenly descended from the void, enveloping Chen Xuanqing.
The light shone as brilliantly as the sun, yet carried an air of mystery and majesty.
Within that golden radiance, Chen Xuanqing sensed a powerful divine consciousness descending. It seemed to come from another dimension, bearing boundless wisdom and power.
In Chen Xuanqing's perception, that divine consciousness gradually coalesced into a towering figure. Looking up, he saw a dark-gold phantom a hundred meters tall appear before him.
The phantom exuded a formidable presence, as though an ancient god of war had descended upon the world.
His face was majestic, his eyes blazing like torches, as though they could pierce through every illusion.
Shaken by the enormous figure, Chen Xuanqing felt an inexplicable sense of awe rise within him.
Suddenly, a faint coolness seeped from the Azure Gleam Sword in his hand, bringing Chen Xuanqing back to his senses.
At the thought that he had almost been tricked, an indescribable anger surged within Chen Xuanqing. He suspected that this enormous phantom was the legendary Asura God, or the Rakshasa God, who stood on equal footing with him.
"Hmm?" The dark-gold phantom seemed to notice Chen Xuanqing. He gave a puzzled murmur, his voice shaking the heart like thunder.
That voice was filled with surprise, as though marveling at Chen Xuanqing's extraordinary talent.
"Truly astonishing. You, a youth not yet twenty-five, have already attained level ninety-nine Soul Power. You are quite impressive." The dark-gold phantom spoke slowly, his voice filled with majesty and appreciation.
Chen Xuanqing smiled faintly. Rather than letting the praise go to his head, he responded with even greater caution.
He raised his head, looked straight at the enormous phantom, and said calmly, "Lord Asura God, I naturally desire your Divine Throne. But before that,