Now, in this world, he had actually encountered a true prodigy like this.
For a moment, Wang Qinghua's mind was filled with a tangled mixture of shock, rage, and fear.
If the Divine Soul in his shattered body were still there, he would have been incredibly excited to face a prodigy with an Innate Dao Treasure.
But now, with only this wisp of his utterly broken Saint Intent remaining, everything was uncertain.
"Such a gift from heaven and earth grows alongside a prodigy from birth."
"A mere Nascent Soul Cultivator, even if he possesses a Dao Treasure, surely hasn't had the chance to grow into it!"
Wang Qinghua's phantom raised a barrier, blocking the light released by the mysterious bronze mirror. His experience from countless battles over tens of thousands of years let him seize the perfect opportunity in an instant.
"Die!"
Just as Bai Yi was about to break free, Wang Qinghua let out a low growl and transformed into a pitch-black Remnant Dragon, shattering the treasure light.
In an instant, he appeared above Bai Yi. One strike from the dragon claw, condensed from a Black Tide of Demonic Qi, tore apart the Origin Power barrier formed by Bai Yi's Nascent Soul.
The dragon head still bore some resemblance to Wang Qinghua. It opened its bloody maw with a savage grin, intending to swallow Bai Yi's Nascent Soul and completely refine it, taking over his body.
"Refine..."
As the calm words fell, Bai Yi's lips moved slightly in Wang Qinghua's gaze. His face showed not the slightest panic.
There was only that untroubled calm, and the terrifying light radiating from the mysterious ancient mirror suspended high in the air.
The instant the ancient mirror's treasure light shone, Wang Qinghua felt an aura he could not resist, its might far