[Yang Qi Taiyin Heaven].
Jiang Yi stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes flashing as if he had just grasped a thread of Spiritual Light from the unseen world.
He murmured,
'So it was a conflict of Dao paths.'
Why was Ji Fuyao, supported by the Immortal Dao and manifest in the world for five thousand years, so singularly obsessed with Yu Shenxiu?
So much so that it alarmed the three supreme Daoist Monarchs, who conspired to drag [Shao Yang] into their scheme and force him to an appointment in White Jade City.
The answer had come to light.
'If Ji Fuyao can't attain mastery over the sun, he cannot advance further.'
Jiang Yi looked again at the ten massive characters hanging like stars in the sky, and felt a growing sense of admiration.
That True Monarch Yu had essentially used his own life to block the [Tai Yang] Dao path.
'So, the three Daoist Monarchs couldn't sit still. They had to suppress [Shao Yang] and let Ji Fuyao fight and defeat him.
