Yuyang Daozi stopped paying Chu Xingchen any attention. He would simply act as though the man did not exist. If Chu Xingchen still dared to hold him back, he would retreat when he needed to.
If it was only Zhang Daotan... he was nothing but a joke.
How far could a useless Spirit Transformation cultivator get, even by borrowing external power?
Especially when that borrowed power was something as low-grade as Wish Power.
He only needed to work out the principles governing Wish Power.
Yuyang Daozi stood in the air, gazing calmly at the abnormal Zhang Daotan and the seemingly boundless ocean of Wish Power behind him.
Those two attacks just now had both been formed from Wish Power, and each had been condensed from a vast quantity of it.
Their destructive power was decent, enough to pierce his robes and protective Spiritual Power.
They were extremely fast, to an almost unnatural degree.
Yuyang Daozi's Divine Sense had only caught them for an instant before the attacks were already before him.
It seemed he had underestimated Wish Power before. Then what was the connection behind that incredible speed?
Yuyang Daozi extended his hand slightly. "Great Dao-Nine Palaces."
As his words fell, Wuxuan Temple, a place that was not particularly large for a Spirit Transformation cultivator, seemed to stretch out in an instant.
Zhang Daotan, who had been plainly visible, was now a tiny speck. Even the seemingly endless mountains and seas of Wish Power now had a roughly discernible outline.
Chu Xingchen briefly sensed the surroundings... all he could say was that, in some respects, the foundations of the Eighteen Immortal Sects really were formidable.
This area had now been divided into nine sections, and the sense of Spiritual Power flowing away in each section was strange as well.
But