"Hmph, so be it if only our Divine Souls can enter. But I'd feel safer keeping my own body with me."
Without a second thought, Yun Che unleashed a Dao-Level Combat Technique. In an extremely forceful fashion, he seized his and Zhuge Buhuo's bodies along with part of the ice-crystal pillar of light, then stored them in the Domain Space.
"Let's go."
Staring at the two hollows, Zhuge Buhuo opened his mouth in utter shock. Only after a long moment did he murmur, "Holy shit, that actually fucking works?"
He could tell that the ice-crystal pillar of light was condensed from a kind of irresistible Divine Intent and Laws. External force could not break it open at all.
But now, holy fucking hell! He had actually... actually sliced it apart just like that. Just what level was the move he had unleashed earlier with a casual wave of his hand?
Zhuge Buhuo's throat bobbed involuntarily, and his heart trembled for no apparent reason. With his paltry skills, where on earth had he found the courage to compete with this man for a woman? A donkey really must have kicked him in the head.
A few breaths later, Yun Che and Zhuge Buhuo's Divine Souls arrived somewhere with several fountains.
These fountains had an ancient, simple design. What gushed from their openings was not ordinary spring water, but colored streams of light imbued with dense power of Laws. Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple-the seven brilliant colors intertwined in midair into dazzling ribbons of light, radiating a heart-palpitating pressure.
When the streams of light fell, they did not splash. Instead, they turned into countless tiny Runes of Laws that flowed slowly across the ground, wandering about like living creatures.
Zhuge Buhuo said, "I've read about this in ancient texts.