The instant the eighth floor appeared, Qing Chen's pupils contracted sharply.
He looked up to see Jingyun Arhat standing atop a sea of clouds, his hands behind his back. His monk's robes fluttered without wind, snapping loudly.
Five-colored cloud Qi swirled around him, its misty forms shifting in mysterious, unfathomable ways. It even seemed to resonate faintly with the fourth-tier wondrous item outside the arena, the Glazed Five-Colored Auspicious Clouds.
"The Five-Colored Cloud Technique originated from the fourth-tier divine item, the Five-Colored Auspicious Clouds, and was painstakingly refined from its very first wisp of cloud mist."
Qing Chen's throat tightened involuntarily. As though sensing an immense crisis, the Demon Seed in his sea of consciousness issued frantic warnings, restless and agitated.
The monk before him merely stood motionless, yet the pressure spilling from his body was like steel needles, enough to provoke a slight reaction even from Qing Chen's powerful physique.
In this cultivation world, there was no such thing as a half-step Golden Core realm, only the false core realm, with varying degrees of crystallized magic power.
Even if a half-step Golden Core realm existed, it would probably have been inadequate to describe this bald donkey's cultivation.
If Qing Chen had to describe it in precise detail, he feared that only once he had cultivated the Demon Lotus Karmic Fire to its ninth turn-
And then undergone nine rounds of magic power ritual refinement-might he possess such a formidable aura.
This must be an eighth-floor guardian regenerated according to my current strength! Truly terrifying!
Qing Chen marveled inwardly, yet there was not the slightest trace of fear in his eyes.
He knew full well that, trapped in this situation, he could not escape anyway. His only option was to fight with everything he had.
"Come."
Jingyun Arhat's face was