Above the ancient battlefield, the gathered experts from the various races stood dumbfounded.
None of them could make sense of what had just happened in that instant.
All they had seen was Wudao’s ornate carriage suddenly fling aside its curtain, and Li Qing hanging frozen in midair for a breath’s span.
Then an overwhelmingly powerful qi erupted from Li Qing!
Immediately around him a small world formed, composed of chaotic power — a microcosm of chaos.
He stood at its center like a true immortal descending into the mortal plane.
Wind whipped Li Qing’s long hair and the teal dao robe on his body snapped and flapped.
His eyes carried an icy killing intent as he stared straight at Wudao, who still sat in the carriage.
“As expected of the Chaos principle. Not a false name — it can so easily break through our clan’s secret pupil techniques,” Wudao praised without holding back.
He rose slowly and stepped out of the carriage.
The vertical third eye on his forehead remained open, the pupil-power contained within it thick and heavy beyond imagination, far surpassing ordinary three-eyed saints.
Li Qing said nothing, his expression grave.
He understood that the bizarre space he’d just been trapped in was only a probe — far from the real thing.
But since the other had made a move, there was nothing more to say.