"Confucianism and Taoism!" The mysterious figure spoke coldly, their sharp gaze piercing the shroud of sun and moon, taking a step forward, as if to overturn the heavens and earth, their mana permeating throughout.
The countless mana converged into tome after tome, inscribed with the classics of Confucianism.
When their gaze fell upon Yan Wu True Immortal, he suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure, suffocating him, leaving him immobile, as if trapped in a mire.
"Confucianism Divine Power!" Yan Wu True Immortal struggled to open his eyes, embodying the sun and moon symbols, his forehead's flame shining brightly, using Mysterious Skill to gradually dispel the pressure, regaining normalcy, yet he dared not be careless before Gu Ji.
Gu Ji stepped forward, simply and tracelessly, without any hint of mana fluctuation, mysteriously unfathomable, even with Yan Wu True Immortal's pervasive flames, his movements remained obscure.
