The heavy snow continued to fall, and the Daoist's hands holding the fishing rod were as if cast from bronze and iron, standing tall and immovable.
"My path has never been severed."
"I cultivate the Pure Yang Dao, synthesizing the 'Tyrannical Martial True Qi'!"
With a single thought, phantasms emerged again before the Daoist's eyes, as the five Divine Intent Pictures played in succession in his mind like a series of slides.
Charge·Slaughter the Divine·Earth Sever·Heaven Punish.
Digging into the divine treasury of the flesh body, illuminating the acupoints throughout the body, revealing the body's divinity, with the acupoints shining brightly with golden divine figures.
So passed another two hundred years.
By now, at the riverbank before the Daoist, bubbles started to gurgle and emerge from the water.
The snowflakes and the layer of ice were gradually melting away.
The bamboo rod he held in his hands was sprouting tender shoots.
"My path has never halted."
