The tranquil moon sinks low, hazy light floats and gathers.
Within the quiet little courtyard, Eightfold Primordial Light soared upward, illuminating the vast heavens. The moonlight, frosty and bright, seemed pale by three parts in comparison.
"Great Master Eighth Layer!"
Zhang Fan let out a long breath, and raised his head three feet; the Eightfold Primordial Light condensed as one, his entire being radiating an ever more terrifying aura.
His Primordial Spirit was as clear as black and white, his presence akin to divinity side by side; just a trace of his aura escaping would be enough to strike fear into the heart.
Qiu Buyi's Primordial Spirit was no ordinary thing; the Innate Skill was truly wondrous— to Zhang Fan, it was indeed a Great Medicine for cultivation.
"Divine and Demon spring from the Innate, yet falling into the Red Dust, they become human." Zhang Fan murmured softly, but in his eyes surged a sudden flash of understanding.
