Amid the wreckage of the mountains and rivers, an enormous white fox trembled faintly.

Until its very breath of life was severed.

The whole mountain fell into death-stillness, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing.

They stared as one at that blue-robed figure, watching him gather the demon core into his storage treasure, then walk toward that crowd of fox demons.

Wu Dao'an drifted to the Yaksha dharma form's side and drew a deep breath. "Is this still that Junior Brother Shen of ours?"

The man had just now called forth his path infant, transforming it into the great suns of Parting Flame.

Slaying a Spirit-Transformation fox demon with a single fist, displaying a body-refined frame of matchless might.

He simply hadn't employed any means at all related to the divine spirit.

Zhu Jue pondered a moment, then said with feeling, "Doesn't that explain why he kept having to leave Great Qian? Because the road he walks and the road we walk are two entirely different paths."

"Have you forgotten his golden dharma form?" Wu Dao'an looked up.

"Can't work it out, don't understand it."

Zhu Jue still stared at that figure. "But I know Junior Brother Shen is on our side. That's enough."

"No wonder you've spent all these years in the armory — you really do live with the clearest sight of all, Senior Brother."

Wu Dao'an held down the shock in his eyes.

Just what manner of monster had Qingzhou sent up to the War Temple.

Shen Yi's showing had already utterly exceeded the bounds of their understanding.

Could there truly be existences in this world capable of cultivating both at once?

Could the man split his spirit-soul into two portions?

Or was it that through some means he'd suppressed the consciousness of either the path infant or the divine spirit.

Not only had it not turned on its master in backlash — it wouldn't so much as flee, but obeyed Shen Yi's commands just that obediently.

Was this still that supremely proud creature, nurtured by heaven and earth?

Wu Dao'an felt his very brain trembling. He'd…