"Perish!"
With a single word, he dispelled the heavenly punishment. In Qi Yun's right eye, the azure illusion of mountains, rivers, sun, and moon slowly spun, reflecting the violent tremors of the grayish-green halo high above the nine heavens.
He felt the supreme, magnificent power surging within him—as vast as a Star Sea, as heavy as the entire Heaven and Earth pressing down on one shoulder.
Qi Yun's mind was as clear as a mirror.
'Although this power is immense, it is ultimately borrowed.'
'How could the position of a True Monarch be usurped by mere power alone?'
He lacked the "golden nature" that came from enduring ten thousand tribulations and achieving immortality.
Many of the truly profound methods, Great Daoist Divine Techniques, and even the supreme authority of one's own Dao Fruit—all belonging to the True Monarch level—were beyond his ability to use.
This borrowed True Monarch Status felt more like a massive, clumsy suit of armor.
