'How strange...and terrifying. It almost feels like, with each breath that he takes...he's getting stronger.' Zuixian's senses buckled under the load of Xinzi's pressure.
He wasn't incorrect. The Dao Breath wasn't terrifying because of the ability to create avatars out of most lifeforms, or the power to channel the scattered skills of all bodies in one. No, what truly made the Dao Breath monstrous, was that with each breath that the practitioner took, they got stronger.
One second, one minute, hours, days, months, years, eternity — Xinzi only had to keep breathing, and his Dao Fountation, body and soul would keep getting more tyrannical till the end of time.
Overwhelmed by the pressure in Xinzi's eyes and breath, Zuixian tried to step back. Xinzi's aura denied him the right, keeping him pinned where he stood, and forcing him to experience...the immensity of the gap between Xinzi and him.
