Li Changyang looked at Bai Yi's gaze. He brought his hands out of his sleeves and spread them open.
A helpless smile touched his face. He had already been taken in as the last disciple of a senior elder from Futian City, and he had thought this time would be nothing more than a simple formality.
He had never expected to encounter something this rare, even once in ten thousand years.
"I really am unlucky..."
Li Changyang let out a soft sigh and shook his head, looking somewhat wary of trouble. His gaze turned to Bai Yi, whose silvery-white, ethereal True Essence was slowly spilling out around him.
Clear Void Ethereal Qi coiled around Li Changyang. A hazy, weightless phantom, almost ready to ride the wind, flickered into view behind him.
Li Changyang's fingertips swept through the air, and the ethereal qi transformed into countless chains that wound toward Bai Yi.
An ancient, weathered stone stele Dao Foundation appeared above his head. The instant it emerged, a trace of solemnity flashed in Li Changyang's eyes.
His fingers formed a Dao Seal, and his True Essence transformed into dense, ethereal qi that enveloped heaven and earth. Nine Layers of Cloud Clusters appeared, and a figure so ethereal it seemed to have descended from the Immortal Realm stepped down from the ninth heaven.
A pair of utterly indifferent eyes in its indistinct face looked toward Bai Yi.
The phantom immortal slowly raised a finger and gently pointed it at Bai Yi.
In an instant, the Great Daos fell into disorder. A radiance of the Great Dao, mingled with clouds and mist, streamed down from the immortal's fingertip, and heaven and earth fell solemnly still.
At the same time, the instant the immortal's finger came down, Bai Yi felt a heavy threat erupt