"Force! Force! Force! Force! Force!"
Upon the icy and desolate Star Road, the Taoist suddenly tilted his head back and let out a furious roar at the heavens.
From Yi Chen's body exploded wave after wave of Extreme Flame, as fine and intricate as tightly woven cords. They shredded the robes on his upper body, exposing his strong and muscular physique.
The Extreme Flame coiled and swirled, illuminating his terrifying body.
Each defined line of his form was impossibly perfect, as though it embodied the concept of strength itself, a manifestation of the Dao and its principles.
Just a single glance could fill the viewer's heart with an overwhelming sense of power.
The Taoist's hair began to grow wildly, turning a silvery white, resembling strands of metal stretched and tempered countless times. A strange, otherworldly brilliance flickered amidst it, ceasing only when the hair reached waist-length.
