Chapter 1175: In This River, I Am The Legend (4)
Quite the crowd we have here. Wu Yuan's brow furrowed slightly. The Dao he was pioneering was indeed unprecedented, with the potential to surpass all others. But he had not yet completed it, and these guardians possessed formidable strength. United, they were naturally overwhelming.
Just then, the white-robed figure who had remained motionless in the distance suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the thirteen Legends of the River without a trace of fear.
"A Dream of Samsara." Wu Yuan's qi refiner self finally made his move. This was the greatest trump card he had held in reserve.
Hum~ A ripple spread throughout the Path of Ancients, including the thirteen Legends of the River, infiltrating their spirits and wills.
Boom! The collision of spirits and wills was swift and brutal. Most of the thirteen Legends of the River regained clarity swiftly after sinking into the illusions, their eyes filled with shock and fury.
Bang! Wu Yuan's body refiner self had seized the opportunity to strike, slaying the Blood Emperor with overwhelming force. Though the Blood Emperor's strength was immense, his spirit and will were most unbalanced, causing him to be submerged in illusion for the longest time.
In one-on-one combat, Wu Yuan feared no one and could slay them in an instant.
"This challenger has two true selves, and both have pioneered Daos."
"A Dao pioneer of the Psyche Dream class is rare indeed." The remaining twelve Legends were both astonished and enraged, as well as awed by Wu Yuan's strength.
Indeed! Dao Pioneers of the Psyche Dream class were exceedingly rare, with scarcely any emerging throughout the ages.
They awoke too quickly. Wu Yuan frowned, inwardly startled. After his qi refiner self had pioneered its Dao, his spirit dreamscape should have been tremendously powerful. How had these Legends of the River only succumbed for an instant?
But after brief consideration, Wu Yuan understood. Legends of the River were different from others after all. Having pioneered their own Daos, their cultivation levels were no inferior to Peak Saints. Their spirits, nurtured by their self-created Daos, were likely eternal.