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The Power of the Primordial Spirit condensed together without leaking the slightest bit, concentrating in one place like a sharp spike attacking him. Around him, the clouds were light and the breeze gentle, to the extent that even the river under his feet did not ripple in the slightest.
The Primordial Spirit was true and concentrated, returning to one place, each and every movement could move the power of heaven and earth, the ability of the gods.
This was precisely the Heavenly Human Realm of the Great Zhou Imperial Family's Spirit Dao in the Four Directions Mortal World.
If he were to forcibly fight against Emperor Zhou, not to mention whether he could gain any advantage, the least that would happen was he wouldn't be able to return to the Eight-layered Devil Realm safely. If the battle dragged on a bit longer, he might even be slain here.
At that time, it would truly be a case of 'trying to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice.'