Chapter 1263: Five Thousand Years Of Pioneering, Astonishing Harvest (1)
Wu Yuan's explosion of power came without warning, revealing a strength that left the Abyss Alliance True Saints utterly stunned.
"How can he be this strong?"
"He's been active for billions of years, yet never once displayed this level of power!"
"To have achieved complete mastery of an Eternal Matter Body...Truly frightening." The gathered True Saints exchanged incredulous glances, their voices tinged with both awe and fear.
The path of matter represented an extremely difficult cultivation path. Many True Saints had never even managed to cultivate an Eternal Matter Body, and reaching a small degree of mastery was considered remarkable. Those who achieved a large degree of mastery could match most Full True Saints in combat prowess. As for complete mastery? Even some Dao Zenithels failed to achieve it.
Unbeknownst to these True Saints, Wu Yuan had actually broken through earlier on the path of matter than his self-created Dao, possessing an innate, almost preternatural talent for this path.
More significantly, as the Creation Dao Master, he held inherent advantages when cultivating the path of matter. This was similar to his predecessor, Mountain Daoist, whose self-created Dao wasn't particularly formidable, yet had cultivated a Xuanhuang Body and forged a legendary reputation.
Wu Yuan moved with breathtaking speed, the Xiantian Instrument wings unfurled across his back, enhancing his already exquisite movement techniques. His form appeared both majestic and nimble as he closed the distance to the fleeing True Saint in a flash.
His gaze turned glacial as he observed his target, regarding him with the cold detachment one might give to a corpse.
"This is bad," the True Saint panicked, his voice cracking with fear and fury. "Save me! Someone save me!"
The battlefield dynamics had shifted too rapidly. From Wu Yuan's sudden eruption that swept away over ten True Saints to his focused pursuit of a single target, everything had transpired in the blink of an eye. The nearby True Saints, still reeling from being sent flying, trembled with fear, while those farther away lacked sufficient time to render assistance.
"Daoist Wu Yuan, this is a misunderstanding! A grave misunderstanding! Please stay your hand!" An urgent voice cut through the void, resonating through endless space via spacetime fluctuations.