The Bodhi Tree swayed behind.
"Fellow Daoist, you've arrived."
Suddenly, a resonant voice echoed, and Zhang Fusheng looked coldly— it was the Northern Emperor.
The Northern Emperor, who occupied Emperor Tang's body, looked identical to him,
but the aura emanating from him was overwhelmingly terrifying!
Clearly,
the Northern Emperor had refined and cultivated Emperor Tang's body to a frightening degree, far surpassing the power of merely using his body to manifest in reality.
This means the 'Emperor Tang' before him is likely already in the Fifth Realm of the Divine Path, at the tier of a Celestial Venerate or a Buddha!
But how long has it been??
Zhang Fusheng's joy from mastering the Eight-Nine Arcane Art evaporated,
He stared at the Northern Emperor, pointing to the Ancient Saint struggling in the Yellow Springs River:
"Can you release my disciple so that he may suffer less?"
"Difficult."
The Northern Emperor shook his head and said softly:
