For a powerhouse who had cultivated for long enough, their flesh and Primordial Spirit received the Great Dao's baptism every day. It was like drawing water with a bamboo basket-even if not a trace of water remained in the basket in the end, the body itself would still become powerful beyond imagination.
This was something Yuangeng had once discussed with the Qilin Emperor shortly after transmigrating. Back then, he had just severed his Dao Fruit from Immortal Ancient and possessed not a scrap of cultivation, yet his body, tempered by the Great Dao for five hundred thousand years, was still the equal of any reigning emperor.
Today, after a long absence, Yuangeng encountered another powerhouse whom long years of cultivation had thoroughly "marinated" in the Great Dao. Though Ye Fan was only three hundred and eighty thousand years old, his wanderings through the mortal world and transformations across successive lifetimes had fully brought out his potential. His might shook the heavens.
Crack!
Snap, crackle!
The two merely exchanged a look, neither using the slightest magical power, yet the laws of the myriad Daos throughout the region trembled violently. Space tore apart, and the myriad Daos wailed. Crimson and pitch-black divine lightning, each embodying the will of one supreme powerhouse, clashed furiously in the void.
At first, Ye Xian thought it was merely a simple confrontation between their auras. Soon, however, she felt an intense pressure from the two kinds of lightning. Even with her Chaos Body, which could contend head-on with any reigning Great Emperor, she sensed a threat bordering on death.
Whoosh!
Fortunately, the clash between the two supreme powerhouses' auras lasted only a few breaths before that pitch-black and crimson lightning
light dissipated completely. Yuangeng and Ye Fan broke eye contact and rose from their seats on the