Jiang Yi felt his Magical Power surge, a magnificent power that could shake the heavens and earth now contained within his every move.
With a mere stir of his Divine Thought—no hand seals, Cultivation exercises, incantations, or ritualistic steps required—Profound Light erupted from the crown of his head, instantly forming a hundred fist-sized golden flames.
His Spell-casting speed was now several times faster than it had been at the Qi Cultivation Tenth Layer.
With a flick of his sleeve, the golden flames, floating like river lanterns, suddenly converged into a brilliant, budding Daoist lotus.
The moment this radiant, scintillating Daoist lotus appeared, the massive Jiao head above the clouds recoiled, a flicker of fear in its eyes.
'Such peerless Magical Power, such exquisite Merit… could he truly be a Daoist from an Upper Sect? But how could someone in the Qi Cultivation Realm be appointed as a Daoist…'
