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At the very moment when the Daoist Order reassembled Izanagi’s body over Donghai, Qi Xuansu, who was far away in Xiujing, immediately sensed it.
He could clearly feel the demonic fire within his body battering against the Heavenly Preceptor’s seal, yearning to burst free. At the same time, he faintly heard a call—the summons of Izanagi himself.
Since Izanagi lacked part of his left arm, his form was incomplete, leaving him at a disadvantage.
Qi Xuansu raised his own left arm, noticing that his veins were bulging and his skin was split apart. Beneath the cracks glowed a molten crimson light, resembling magma. As he slowly clenched his fist, illusory flames blazed around it.
Was this the power of Izanagi’s severed left arm?
Until fully refined, this power was not Qi Xuansu’s to own. Qi Xuansu was more like a vessel to store this power.
There were many forms of vessels capable of bearing a Godly Immortal’s descent. They might be human or mere objects.
The quality of the vessel determined the level of power a Godly Immortal could manifest upon their descent.
The Cult of Fates had chosen their painstakingly cultivated...
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