Chapter 83: Pursuit and Escape

A Dream of Proving the Dao, Beginning by Scheming Against Cultivators

Dream-making Expert

"My god."

"This is the might of a Golden Core?"

"This is a Dharma Form with a Nascent Spirit?!"

The dark starry sky was illuminated by thunder, and a thunderstorm raged above the moon.

The Gang Thunder Nail that couldn't even break the defense in Lei Lingzi's hands, when held in the Dharma Form with a Nascent Spirit of Ancestor Wuya, was like a thunder battle halberd.

Raging lightning spears, one spear after another, possessed the might to shatter the void and slay gods and devas.

This was what it meant to have boundless spiritual power and vast divine abilities.

The cultivators watching the battle on the moon looked up at the starry sky, gazing at the endless thunder spears that seemed about to tear the starry sky apart, and finally had a concept of it.

"Ah, poor Fellow Daoist Lin."

"A lifetime of cultivation, astonishing talent, yet sadly cut down in his prime. Truly lamentable."

"Yes. Who could have imagined Ancestor Wuya would bully the small with the great like this?"

Someone sighed.

Unable to bear watching a genius like Lin Qi fall to misfortune at the hands of the Dharma Form with a Nascent Spirit of an old monster about to advance to Nascent Soul.

Bullying the small with the great — the most disgusting thing of all!

"Lin Qi is still alive!"

Zhao Yueru suddenly spoke, her eyes bright, staring at the starry sky.

The thunder spears that tore the starry sky were majestic and terrible, lightning racing, one after another, strong and imposing, with the might to shatter everything.

But Zhao Yueru saw clearly.

Every thunder spear blasted out by Ancestor Wuya's Dharma Form with a Nascent Spirit had been intercepted by the golden-body Dharma Form condensed from Lin Qi's unknown divine ability.

Though it was futile.

Because the hundred-zhang golden-body Dharma Form had already been pierced through, torn apart, and shattered the instant it collided with the thunder spears.

But in the end, it had blocked for a moment, inevitably altering the trajectories of the thunder spears.

In the boundless starry sky, a hair's breadth was the difference between a thousand li.

Just a tiny deviation was enough to ensure they could not strike Lin Qi, only impotently explode in the dark starry sky.

"He actually dodged it?"

"What kind of divine ability is that? He's just at Foundation Establishment, not yet fully transformed to completion, yet he can block a Golden Core strike."

"It doesn't count as blocking, just slightly changing direction."

"If this were on the ground, he'd still only have death awaiting him."

"But this happens to be the starry sky, which let him escape calamity."

"It's useless though."

Someone sighed, gazing at Ancestor Wuya's Dharma Form with a Nascent Spirit.

With dozens of consecutive thunder spears failing to strike Lin Qi.

Ancestor Wuya's Dharma—