Zhao Qiansun had no time to dodge. Two beams of golden light entered his body, instantly activating the twelfth-grade Golden Lotus in his dantian.
Zhao Qiansun sank into a mystical and profound state, and an enormous golden flower bud enveloped him.
Dao enlightenment!
Those two mysterious beams of golden light had actually sent Zhao Qiansun straight into dao enlightenment!
This guy hadn't done a damn thing, and he still got to scoop up a windfall?
Luck 12 really did defy all reason!
The instant the "卍" seal shattered, an aura that filled everyone with dread and nausea surged out of the sky.
The endless sword intent receded. The golden vertical pupil was covered in a dense web of cracks, as though it would shatter into fragments at any moment.
Yet a strange, repulsive power circulated within the golden vertical pupil, preserving its shape.
What exactly was that power?
Just as Ouyang wondered, Chen Changsheng's furious shout rang out beside him, filled with shock and rage. "Formation, rise!"
Others might not know what that power was, but Chen Changsheng knew it all too well!
Demonic qi!
The aura unique to the Devil Race!
He had spent most of his previous life fighting the Devil Race. His familiarity with the demonic qi before him was etched into his very bones!
Below, Chen Changsheng seemed to return to his previous life in an instant. His eyes widened as he glared viciously at the golden vertical pupil above and raised his index finger.
The Xiantian Three Talents Formation abruptly appeared around him. Countless enhancement formations, defensive formations, and slaughter formations lit up around the group without cease.
Inside the secret chamber on Little Mountain Peak, Chen Changsheng's eyes snapped open. Shocked and furious, he gripped the Xiantian Talisman hard.
Inside the Myriad Laws Sect's