Liang Hui's arm slightly lifted as he looked on with cold eyes.
"Will you leave by yourself, or shall I send you off with another punch?"
The Yellow Robe Taoist Ancestor, body slightly turned, glanced at me with complex eyes and sighed:
"Enough, enough."
With a wave of his palm, his body began to shatter, his bloodlines and soul dissipating.
Only a perfect, flawless Taoism Enlightenment floated towards me, guided by a mysterious force, and settled inside my body.
In an instant, my waning momentum began to recover and surge, stronger than ever before.
However, the severed hand remained irreparable.
The overpowering Fistful Intent shattered time and causality, rendering all efforts useless.
Liang Hui looked on with interest at the scene unfolding before him, without attempting to stop it.
Or rather, the Good Self, the Stubborn Self, and the Evil Self were essentially one; even he couldn't stop the other from receiving another Taoist Ancestor's enlightenment.
