In the past, he had thought it too absurd, too unrealistic, but now, Yang Ji remotely sensed those golden ages when Immortals danced together.
The Taichu Divine Tree was indeed defying the heavens.
Yang Ji could feel that, at this moment, if he were to use Yin Yang Separation at Dawn, its power would unquestionably surpass that of when he used the Great Sword Realm Art.
If he could find a Supreme Divine Power of the Primordial Spirit Class, then at this moment, he would truly be invincible amongst his peers.
Unless someone like him, who also possessed great fortune and achieved the monstrous realm of an Immortal Primordial Spirit, could compete with him.
The twelve beams of Holy Light were not the endpoint of a powerful Primordial Spirit; it was rumored that in the Immortal Realm, the Immortal Kings condensed up to 129,600 beams of Holy Light behind their Primordial Spirits, immortal and indestructible, that was true ultimate strength.