Yang Qi reached out and grabbed a gossamer strand of multi-colored power.

It looked like seven-colored silk, something that would come from a primeval mountain of the gods. Thunderous rumblings echoed out and Yang Qi’s fingers trembled, as though the strand might shatter them and break free at any moment.

Such were the domineering magical laws of an immortal world.

Immortal worlds were broken up into thirty-three ranks. The Titan Emperor Heaven was the lowest type, and the Tusita Heaven was the highest type. The difference between the two was like the difference between a beggar and an emperor.

“Exactly,” Yang Qi said in response to Eldest Brother’s question. “These are the magical laws of the dao of immortals, straight from the Tusita Heaven. Unfortunately, they’re extremely strong. Eldest Brother, do you think you can use them to form your immortal body? If it works, you would be many times stronger than an ordinary immortal from the Titan Emperor Heaven.”

“They are powerful!” Eldest Brother said, a smile breaking out on his face. “Don’t worry, Junior Brother. I have...