The elegant, carefree middle-aged man wearing a loose robe stood up with his hand behind his back. He seemed as if he was pondering the meaning of life while stargazing through the lingering black gas.
He suddenly lowered his head to stare into Meng Qi's eyes, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
He then lifted his right palm and sent it flying slowly at Meng Qi, suppressing him.
The sea of Vital Qi that Meng Qi had felt a connection with collapsed under the pressure coming from the middle-aged man's palm. He could vaguely feel drastic changes in the Dharma and Logos of Heaven and Earth.
Yang was death; Yin was life!
To tread on a depraved path of evil was the primary factor, to transcend the ordinary was secondary!