Yun Qing felt somewhat reassured. Without further delay, he shot straight toward the second tier.
The golden light rippled gently like a curtain, swallowing his figure.
The next instant, Yun Qing felt the pressure around him abruptly ease. A curtain of sweet dew more than ten times denser than that on the third tier descended from above, pouring madly into his body!
Every drop contained tremendous fortune, washing through his limbs and bones. The Immortal Seal on his forehead began transforming into reddish gold at a sharply accelerated pace.
At that moment, only two figures stood facing each other across the second-tier platform.
Chaos and heavenly secrets collided silently, even causing the torrential sweet dew to part faintly, forming an invisible boundary between them.
Dazzling light burst from both their foreheads at once!
The purple gradually faded as the gold intensified. Between them, a faint blood-red flush was emerging-a sign that they were about to touch the higher realm of "divinity."
Immortal ascension, divine apotheosis!
Both stood at this crucial threshold. Whoever completed the transformation first would be the victor.
Seemingly endless Star Tracks flickered around Fu Sanyuan, lending him an ethereal air of peering into heavenly secrets and manipulating fate. Yet he still wore his usual irreverent expression, as though the life-and-death confrontation before him were merely a game whose course had already been set.
"Eldest Young Master Yun, why get so worked up?" Fu Sanyuan spread his hands, his smile utterly innocent. "This humble Daoist was only following his master's orders. I had no choice but to resort to this. Speaking of which, our Heavenly Secrets Pavilion and the Yun Clan have had no old grudges or recent-uh... all right, perhaps we do have a feud. But didn't I cast a divination for you before and warn you