Spirit Vessel-Chapter 1194: Dao Manifestation

Prince Tyrant stood proudly, adorning golden armor and a fluttering crimson cloak. He looked like a mighty pole and the flag was his cloak.

“Do you know why I didn’t leave when you were busy with Kun Prince?” He uttered coldly.

“Perhaps you could have escaped if you had run then.” Feiyun said.

“Hmph, I am Prince Tyrant of the Golden Crow, although this is only an avatar, I will not run. True masters never yield, to have fear is to suffer inevitable defeat.” He said.

“So prideful, then why did you hand over the hell armor to me last time?” Feiyun sneered. novelbuddy.c(o)m

The prince snorted after hearing this.

Feiyun glanced at the horizon and noticed something, causing him to frown: “Looks like your true body is coming.”

“Hmph, are you afraid?” The avatar smiled.

The response came in the form of a Buddhist seal. The fingerprints looked like rivers and the fingers were heavenly pillars.

This transformed Void into a Buddhist world. Feiyun floated above a lotus platform, exuding supreme divinity.

Prince Tyrant knew how strong he was and reverted to his original form, facing the palm seal with his claws.

“Boom!” His claws became bloodied as he was sent flying for ten million miles.

How did he become so strong in such a short time?! He couldn’t believe that he was injured after just one move.

He was only one level below Feiyun back at the alchemy market. Alas, Feiyun had gained comprehension with the help of a flute saint and Saint Nuwa’s dao legacies.

He also consumed numerous blood pills to boost his cultivation, allowing him to survive several moves against weaker pseudo-saints now. freew ebnove l.com

Pseudo-saints had their classifications as well - seventh and eighth level. Although it was just one level, the latter could be dozens of times stronger.

War Territory Lord and Divine Guardian from Sixth Central were both at the eighth level. War, in particular, was at the peak stage.

“Suppress!” Heavenly, earthly, and deathly affinities gathered within Feiyun, creating lightning bolts in the sky and lava on the ground.

The trinity completely overwhelmed Prince Tyrant. Spectators couldn’t believe it, thinking that he had a technique capable of summoning the elements.

Only the scholar noticed that this might have something to do with tribulations.

“Boom! Boom!” The prince was covered in blood, no longer possessing a golden radiance.

“Get in the cauldron!” Feiyun kicked his right shoulder, causing the broken armor plate to dig into the prince’s flesh.

The cauldron also formed a maelstrom, trapping the prince who tried to resist to no avail.

Suddenly, ripples appeared and a beam shot out of the void, igniting four islands nearby and turning them into fireballs.

Feiyun had no choice but to let go of the prince, delivering a palm strike to crush all four. Embers and sparks splashed like fireworks.

The latter took this advantage to run away from the cauldron, looking ecstatic.

“The true body?” Feiyun stared into space.

His opponent, the avatar, only possessed fifty percent of the true body’s strength. Moreover, this was eighty years ago.

The current Prince Tyrant had left the divine pond and absorbed Immemorial Heavenwood. His dao had reached a higher level.

Everyone had a serious expression - Prince Tyrant was considered to be one of the strongest existences, on the same level as Phoenix Goddess and Thirteenth Dragon Prince.

“If you won’t show up, I won’t hold back then.” Feiyun used Cosmic Seal to trap the avatar again. The cauldron descended, aiming to crush his skull this time.

“Half-demon, you don’t know how to lay low!” A foot spanning eight thousand feet came from the void.

This was Prince Tyrant’s first time attacking Feiyun with his true body. He was still outside of Chaos City, yet to enter Void.

Feiyun destroyed the energy foot with a palm strike, crushed the avatar’s head, and sent the rest of the body into the cauldron.

“You dare?!” Prince Tyrant roared thunderously, causing lightning bolts to break out in the air.

His words alone rendered ten human geniuses unconscious. Blood flowed out from all orifices.

A gigantic golden crow flew out of the void and had the radiance of the sun. More than ten thousand laws surrounded an old man standing in the middle.

“Fourth Saint Ancestor’s Manifestation.” The scholar stood up and was surprised to see this.

The golden crows enjoyed a prime with a total of ten saints at the same time. Each could reach the grand saint realm.

Their Fourth Ancestor was born with a human head and a bird body, capable of speaking human language at the start.

Prince Tyrant cultivated from his legacy tablet, reaching the ninth level of a unique sword art and gaining the ability to summon a dao manifestation.

Although the ancestor was dead, his saint dao was eternal. It became a question whether someone was capable enough of borrowing it.

Prince Tyrant could only borrow a sliver of the saint’s power but this was more than enough.

Daoists were able to commune with the elements, even the legacies of saints. It could be a living saint or someone who had passed away.

Just a tiny bit of power could turn a mortal into the strongest being beneath the saint realm. Of course, saints didn’t do this recklessly.

Granting power to a loved one could have negative consequences. As for strangers, why would they even bother? Moreover, most saints were emotionless and unattached to the mortal world.

Prince Tyrant was an exception, and so was Feiyun. His eyes gleamed brightly as he entered a mysterious state - a woman with a serpent tail appeared inside his mind.

He waved his hands, seemingly practicing tai ji while imagining himself to be standing on the platform of Saint Nuwa.

Energy waves gathered in his palms like stars, causing him to become illusory.

“Rumble!” He raised both hands and summoned an awe-inspiring dao manifestation.

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