Beneath the statue of the Dao Monarch, Ji Xiangtian looked up from his high throne. His mouth opened up and a pained scream came from between his lips. A rich holy light suddenly emanated from every orifice of his head, as if flames had wrapped around him.

Blue veins stuck up on his neck and his entire face became distorted. At this moment, Ji Xiangtian had lost all of his previous dignity and majesty. He was like a vile ghost struggling with pain that had come screaming out from hell.

He lifted a hand and pointed a finger between his eyebrows. But the holy light erupting from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears not only didn’t weaken, it instead became stronger.

“This is impossible!” Ji Xiangtian screamed out loud. “I’ve clearly taken control of this strength, so why would I lose control!?”

He turned around and looked up at the blurry face statue of the...