Chapter 1132: Success
Once, Wu Yuan had struggled to comprehend how Eldritch Progenitor Hou Tu could slay a Dao Zenithel. Now, understanding dawned on him.
The most heaven-defying aspect of eternal powerhouses lies in their countless imprints and marks scattered across infinite spacetime. Physical attacks can only destroy their bodies, yet fail to eradicate the source.
Only through the elusive destiny can one pursue and erase all of an opponent's imprints and marks, utterly annihilating them.
Soul attacks, while potent, had their flaws. Once ineffective, they rarely troubled the target again, unlike physical assaults, which could accumulate minor wounds into mortal injuries, gradually wearing down even the mightiest foe.
Yet soul attacks possessed a unique advantage.
Even now, in the eyes of countless sempiternal lifeforms, I must appear as an entity of inconceivable might. Wu Yuan mused silently. This qi refiner self of mine is likely the most formidable soul class sempiternal lifeform in all of history.
Indeed, his power was truly awe-inspiring. Among sempiternal lifeforms, those capable of creating soul-type eternal ultimate techniques were exceedingly rare. To construct a Dream World was rarer still.
Over a hundred million years of cultivation. Now, with but a thought, even Overlords would succumb to my illusions. Few Perennial powerhouses could resist.
And against ordinary Sovereigns? I could likely slay their true selves through their mana or ether bodies as long as we inhabit the same expanse of spacetime. Wu Yuan contemplated, his mind racing through possibilities.
When facing Saints, my qi refiner self would unleash soul secret arts, while my body refiner self executes physical attacks.
Wu Yuan was confident that with his two true selves working in concert, he could hold his own against a Saint, provided they couldn't fully negate his soul techniques.
It's curious, though. Since I began cultivating here, my qi refiner self has made tremendous strides, yet the progress of my body refiner self seems glacially slow. A flicker of confusion passed through Wu Yuan's mind.