"What will I be to you?" A flicker of distortion crossed Leng Tianfeng's eyes. These words from Yaoguang seemed to stir some long-buried memories within him.0

How many years has it been! Since I cultivated this primordial psyche, no one has dared to speak to me in such a manner for years. But now… This person of unknown origin, perhaps a descended being, perhaps a local rogue cultivator, or perhaps a native who has stumbled upon some legacy, actually dares to humiliate me like this?! Does he really think that I, Leng Tianfeng, am incapable of killing him?!0

"Today, I will show you exactly who I am!" Leng Tianfeng slammed his hands together. Behind him, a towering, majestic figure seemed to manifest.2

It was an image of a man. The face was different from the body he currently inhabited; it was a sculpture of his true self.2

The figure stood a full ten meters tall. At first glance, it appeared transparent, but as he flung his arms open, a terrifying power began to condense above him. It was a force so vast it would make any martial paragon, psychic-will martial paragon, or unified martial paragon tremble with fear.0

As Leng Tianfeng raised his hands high and formed a divine seal, the power gathered by the ten-meter-tall phantom merged with the seal held in his uplifted hands. He then struck down...0