Until the embryonic form of the Great Dao was compressed to the extreme and could no longer converge, the mass of chaotic spiritual light began to shake violently as if out of control.
Hiss, hiss!
Threads of power from the Great Dao, as fine as thunder snakes, escaped from it. Though the power seemed weak, it could carve dozens of faint, dark spatial rifts in the void.
At this moment, it was clear that Luo Jun had reached the most crucial phase of his cultivation breakthrough.
The emergence of the power of the Great Dao was the best proof.
While the True Inheritors of the sect painstakingly maintained the formation, they couldn't help but glance over cautiously, holding their breaths.
Lu Chong's body tensed up, his face full of serious expression, and primordial power began to surge in his palm, flickering erratically.
