“That is my Righteous Śarīra!” the junior pontifex said in a quavering voice. “I built it with three thousand conglomerations of true energy, and it should be secure in my sea of energy! How did you get it?!”

Everyone present was completely stunned.

Righteous Śarīras were the foundation of the Church of Righteousness. Every member would form one in their sea of energy, based on the functions of the three thousand great daos. In fact, each śarīra could be considered a great dao of its own, and could provide boundless power and might.

Yet the junior pontifex’s śarīra had somehow been taken away from him without him even noticing. It was as shocking as if someone had removed his heart or lungs without his knowledge.

How could this possibly have happened? The stunned junior pontifex simply stared as Yang Qi flicked his finger, sending the śarīra flying back to him. He quickly inhaled it and sent it back into his sea of energy, then circulated his true energy.

“Does that count as me winning?” Yang Qi said coolly.

“Absolutely not!” the junior pontifex said. “You must have used some sort...