The words triggered something within his earring—a small jade ornament that suddenly blazed with ancient light.
Power erupted from the tiny artifact, not the wild energy of a cultivator but something far older, far more fundamental.
Primordial qi, the kind that had existed before the realms were formed, before cultivation itself was born.
Golden radiance exploded outward as Zhao Chen's body began to glow with borrowed might.
Hands that had been clawing weakly at Tianlong's grip suddenly moved with impossible speed and strength, clamping around the Emperor's wrists with bone-crushing force.
Tianlong's eyes widened in shock as his own immense strength was suddenly matched—no, exceeded.
The weight of cosmic authority pressed down on him, a presence so vast and ancient that it made his Great Vehicle cultivation feel like a candle before the sun.
'!'
'What is this—' But before Tianlong could process anything.
