Randeng hung in midair, Zhao Gongming's hand clamped around his throat.
Just as he tried to circulate his Quasi-Saint magical power, the Twenty-Four Sea-Calming Divine Pearls in his sleeve struck back at his Primordial Spirit first.
The twenty-four Seas of Bitterness within Zhao Gongming pressed down simultaneously.
Together with the lingering purple-gray divine light sealing off every direction, they forcibly pinned Randeng's magical power back inside his body.
"You... what inheritance did you obtain...?"
Randeng's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with horror.
He had lived through countless cosmic cycles, witnessed Sages strike, seen Innate Supreme Treasures, and encountered countless unorthodox arts.
Yet the power before him lay entirely outside the Primordial World Dao Canon.
There was no Shangqing Immortal Light.
There were no Heavenly Dao Laws.
This power pressed out from deep within Zhao Gongming's flesh and blood, brutal, heavy, and so pure it chilled the heart.
Randeng's mind reeled, and he almost instantly settled on an answer.
Guanjiangkou!
That ruined temple!
Zhao Gongming could not be bothered to explain.
He extended his other hand before Randeng, his voice icy.
"One last time."
"Return my Sea-Calming Pearls."
As those words fell, the embryonic forms of twenty-four worlds rose and sank in Zhao Gongming's eyes.
A faint cracking sound came from the bones in Randeng's throat.
He could clearly feel the killing intent.
Zhao Gongming truly dared to kill him.
Having lived through countless cosmic cycles, Randeng understood better than anyone what to keep and what to sacrifice.
Lost treasures could be sought again, but once his True Spirit shattered, everything would come to nothing.
He dared not gamble.
The next instant, the Twenty-Four Sea-Calming Divine Pearls flew out of his sleeve and hovered before Zhao Gongming.
Their deep-blue radiance trembled with a soft hum.
Looking at the spiritual treasures