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The gray cauldron shimmered with hazy spirit light. Nine fire dragons radiating an aura that threatened to devour all things fixed their gaze on a single point within the cauldron. At the same time, Luo Chen sat cross-legged and looked as though he was facing a formidable enemy. His mana was circulating at maximum speed and azure flame enveloped his right hand; clearly, he was prepared to unleash an earth-shaking strike at any moment. Meanwhile, in his sea of consciousness, a black chess piece emitted a hazy radiance that seemed to form a protective barrier around it.
Luo Chen's gaze locked onto the Primordial Unity Cauldron that was blazing with light. Illusions rose and fell in endless succession, like flowers reflected in a mirror or moons cast upon water, light and shadow flickering without pause.
No wind had yet risen, yet his robes already snapped sharply in the air.
The words "a display like that" truly made sense. One could imagine how terrifying it would be if Luo Chen were to strike without restraint, especially since the voice—naturally, Han Zhan's—was coming from that very cauldron. Timing, terrain, and power were all firmly in Luo Chen's hands. Even a Sage could do nothing now but lower his head.
Hearing Han Zhan's bitter chuckle, Luo Chen did not relax. When dealing with any Sage, one could never afford to let their guard down.
He replied calmly, "The circumstances leave me no alternative but to act like this. It's for my own safety. Senior Han, I believe you understand."
There was a brief silence. Then, from the cauldron, came a resigned voice. "Yeah… I do."
Indeed, their current situation was worlds apart from the time of the Frontier War. Yet still, Luo Chen lacked absolute suppression, due to the sheer difference in cultivation. Under such circumstances,...
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