The discourse on the Dao had reached this point.
Their words were like blades, and the clash of their Dao Rhymes was like a shower of sparks.
At first, Qi Yun had to struggle to keep up, relying on the fearlessness of a newborn calf that knows no tiger and his own unique, "evil nature" understanding of the Dao just to hold on.
However, amidst this increasingly Fierce Fire of Daoist debate, his Heart and Spirit were being constantly elevated with each candid answer he gave.
His understanding of [Daluo] was like metal thrown into a Fierce Fire, being rapidly hammered, tempered, and sublimated under immense pressure!
Many concepts that had been hazy before were now becoming crystal clear.
Many mental blocks that had once been impassable were now suddenly cleared.
In this mystical state, his own aura unconsciously climbed to an unprecedented peak.
The Daoist Intent flowing around him grew ever more pure and condensed, exuding a restrained yet undeniable majesty.
