A trace of imperceptible force was now advancing along with that rich aura of light. Had Qiandao Liu not been deeply versed in the realms of pure light and sacred power, he might truly have been unable to separate them from the rest.
It was an infinitesimal, thread-like wisp, resembling seaweed swaying in the wind, or a tiny tentacle emerging from the deepest recesses of the ocean floor. It slipped into Huo Yuhao's meridians along his palm, only to be caught red-handed by Qiandao Liu, who had been guarding the inevitable path.
"What a repulsive thing. What is this, divine power? Why is it writhing around like a maggot?"
Chapter 118