Lu Yuzhen's voice was very slow.
Anyone who had met this Paperman Daoist Master would find... no matter when, Lu Yuzhen always seemed to be like this.
Even if the sky were falling.
He remained as calm and collected, neither angry nor agitated.
At this moment, his true body traversed the River of Destiny, enduring the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, every breath requiring him to withstand immense pain.
Even so, Lu Yuzhen maintained his composure.
It wasn't that the pressure from the Heavenly Dao wasn't enough... countless thunderbolts had filled the spot where Lu Yuzhen stood, densely packed brilliant light forming a splendid Thunder Pool. However, vast amounts of steam were surging, divine radiance billowing and bursting, surrounding him with countless "steam."
His trump card to forcibly withstand the punishing blow from the Heavenly Dao was simple.
Undying Spring!
A great amount of Undying Spring!
"Apologies."
