If half of Izanagi’s divine kingdom was like a painting, then Sage Qingwei was the discordant stroke that ruined its overall harmony.0

As Sage Qingwei flew deeper into the divine kingdom, the temperature grew hotter, and flames appeared with increasing frequency.0

Soon, a pitch-black figure as massive as a mountain appeared in Sage Qingwei’s line of sight. Surrounded by overwhelming flames, a thunderous voice roared, “How dare a mere mortal like you trespass into my divine kingdom, relying only on external objects?”0

This colossal figure was none other than the nascent form of Izanagi’s golden body. Izanagi had temporarily abandoned his physical body, which made his consciousness even clearer.0

Sage Qingwei paid it no mind. He thrust his swordless left hand forward and grasped, unleashing five fierce streams of qi that crashed upon the figure from all directions. At the same time, his body surged ahead, the longsword in his right hand aimed straight at the opponent’s face.0

Sage Qingwei had used the Confucian technique called the Five Peaks Sealing Hand. This strike would be...0