In the distance, mist and smoke curled into countless shifting shapes. A young man in violet robes and a golden crown stood in midair with his hands behind his back, his sleeves snapping in the wind.
Around him, myriad pinpricks of clear light seemed to swirl like water.
At times they scattered like flying dust and drifting gossamer; at others they gathered together, merging into one.
Though he had scarcely moved, he exuded an indescribable pressure that could not help but weigh upon the heart...
Chen Jade Pivot saw hostility suddenly well up in the eyes of the Daoist opposite him, almost taking solid form.
A razor-sharp killing intent erupted, like dragons and serpents writhing, churning the winds and clouds, stirring the air!
Yet in no more than an instant, he forcibly suppressed that fleeting loss of composure.
Only a piercing cold light flashed deep in his eyes as he guarded himself intently, betraying nothing.
"You really do resemble me. To keep your temper even in circumstances like these-we truly are father and son..."
Chen Jade Pivot clapped his hands in wonder and deliberately sighed.
"But we haven't seen each other in so many years. Why must we meet again today with swords drawn and bows bent?
"Why not talk first? Once we've cleared up our misunderstanding, if you still wish to fight, your father will play along. What do you say?"
"The Divine Descent Method. It seems you've found yourself quite a loophole."
Chen Heng swept his gaze over him and spoke.
By this point, he had secretly drawn the man opposite him into the One True Dharma Realm using the Jade Cicada.
The Mind Image body that had condensed was indeed Zhou Shiyuan's.
But what actually controlled that body was merely a strand of Chen Jade Pivot's divine