"Dream Tao and Luck Tao Divine Power—Dreams Come True, Great Luck Arrives!"
In an instant, layers of deep, ink-black halos rippled out from Hong Yuan's body.
They spread rapidly, interweaving and coalescing into an Emperor's dragon robe that draped over him, bestowing a solemn and sacred air.
The Son of Heaven? No, the Heavens themselves!
Hong Yuan's gaze was indifferent and devoid of emotion, his temperament growing even colder and more solitary.
If the heavens had feelings, they too would age. The Great Taoism is without emotion, supremely impartial.
The Heavenly Tao!
"Dream Tao and Wisdom Tao Divine Power—Myriad Dreams Transform, Returning to One!"
Layers of platinum halos adorned the Emperor's dragon robe, a mingling of black and white, yet neither black nor white.
Gradually, a mysterious platinum space materialized in Hong Yuan's hand, which he manipulated at will.
Within this space, he could deduce all things in the world, provided he had sufficient Immortal Nuance.
