He continued forward, unleashing his aura without the slightest restraint.
It was like a torch in the dead of night.
Over the next twenty miles, two more groups of demons ambushed him, nearly a hundred in all.
Demons, too, bullied the weak and feared the strong. He was merely a Third Turn Venerable, yet he acted so wildly—naturally, they had to teach him a lesson.
When he reached a mountaintop, he suddenly vanished.
The next moment, he appeared within the Demon Subduing Divine Palace, assuming a strange posture.
The Heavenly Yuan Art began to circulate.
Spirit abyss qi flowed in through the Laogong Acupoint, while the light of merit continuously poured into it as well.
Boundless spirit abyss qi fused with the light of merit and entered the void within his mind.
At the deepest part of that mental void, it gathered and gathered without cease.
It formed a cluster of golden light.
The light cluster continued expanding, from one meter in diameter to two meters... until it finally stopped at around ten meters.
Then it slowly began to shrink.
As it contracted, the golden light grew ever more brilliant and radiant.
The gold also became increasingly pure.
By the time it had shrunk to the size of a hen's egg, it had become a gleaming golden egg.
The light of merit and spirit abyss qi continued merging and pouring into the golden egg.
The golden egg continued to contract.
Yet its rate of contraction became slower and slower, as though it had reached its limit.
Chu Zhiyuan looked at the light of merit within the divine palace, gritted his teeth, and decided it was about enough.
So he continued compressing the golden egg. It had already shrunk by half, then shrank again, becoming the size of a pigeon's egg.