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The young man's black hair was thick and loose, cascading over his shoulders, hidden beneath the Green Banner.
Following that, Liang Hui sank his consciousness into his body, feeling the changes within.
Nurturing a soul containing the Pure Yang Taoism Principle, it resided between his brows, warm and sharp, with a thought it could cleave open a Great Realm.
His body surged with Qi-Blood, a mere thread of which could obliterate a Remnant Realm, turning millions of miles of mountains and rivers to ash.
The Myriad Spirits Taoism Principle, too, was tinged with a sense of completion, flawless, as if he could step into the next Realm in the next instant.
And indeed, that was the case. Through battling the Taoist Ancestral and the gains in the Five Directions World, he had reached the pinnacle of a Martial Saint.
He was ready for a breakthrough, to bear a Myriad Spirits Taoism Enlightenment, bringing both the paths of Martial Artist and Taoist to the same Realm.
