"Rest assured. Though I am the Holy Son of the Taiyuan Heavenly Sect, my achievements today have nothing to do with them.
That place was merely a stepping stone for me," Tai Chu said with a shake of his head and a smile.
"If there is nothing else, you may leave," Jiang Mochou said blandly.
"I quite like that Battle Body of yours," Tai Chu said with a smile.
"Then give it a try," Jiang Mochou snorted coldly as blazing flames erupted around him.
"You misunderstand. Though the Battle Body is good, it does not suit me," Tai Chu said with a smile.
The moment his words fell, the heavens and earth suddenly darkened, and dark gray mist blanketed the sky.
At that moment, the Eight Trigrams sent ripples spreading from around him, slowly expanding in every direction.
The previously somewhat noisy forest instantly fell silent.
Here, the air, time, space—everything, all of it—seemed to have frozen.
The surroundings were gray and hazy, as though everything had been traced back to an even more ancient, primordial age.
"The Fourth Battle Body, the Tai Chu Body."
Tai Chu spoke calmly.
"The cosmic state more primordial than chaos is Tai Chu.
In Tai Chu, there was being and non-being; non-being had no name. From One arose, there was One, yet it had no form.
Tai Chu is the root of the Dao. Tai Chu was when qi first appeared."
"You..." Jiang Mochou looked at the scene before him and fell silent for a moment.
"I am Tai Chu, and Tai Chu is also me," Tai Chu said with a smile.
"Once your injuries have healed, I will defeat you before everyone in the world."
"I'll be waiting," Jiang Mochou replied calmly.
Tai Chu then waved both hands, and that gray world dispersed.