The moment Yuan Xiao stepped into the Ideation Heaven, a torrent of countless golden rays erupted from behind him, hanging in the air like a divine halo and emanating a boundless, roiling aura of sharpness.
Its intensity was enough to tear through the sky itself, leaving white scars in its wake!
The Qi Cultivation Cultivators watching from outside the realm found their eyes stinging with pain after just a short while, as if steel needles were being jabbed into their eyeballs. They cried out, clutching their faces.
'Cultivators of the Gold Virtue are as wild as they say.'
Fu Lizi remained composed. His Junior Brother Lou Zhenxiao was also something of a Sword Cultivator, so he wasn't completely ignorant of the Daoist Techniques related to the Gold Virtue.
