The Attempt to Block Kaiyuan's Path Ends in Failure; Profound Lord Schemes to Divide Five Worlds
The vast void of chaos lay empty.
The echoes of the Pure Yang battle had yet to fade. Across the Primordial Chaos Cosmos lay mottled, broken Dao marks and crisscrossing rifts in the Laws.
Flood Dragon Great Sage and Great Sage Zhuyan exchanged a glance, both at a loss whether to advance or retreat.
They had come at Profound Lord Zizai's urging to lend the Qiankun Dao Sect a hand.
But not only had they failed to stop Daoist Lord Kaiyuan, the battle in Jiuzhou World also seemed close to a conclusion.
What, then, had they fought so long for?
As the two great sages hesitated, ripples spread through time. A battered figure leaped from a gap in its flow, and Flood Dragon Great Sage and Great Sage Zhuyan looked over. It was Fortune-Heaven Daoist Lord!
Fortune-Heaven Daoist Lord was a sorry sight. His hair hung loose, his jeweled crown lost somewhere; his radiant immortal robes were torn to shreds that even a beggar would have refused.
Worse were the wounds covering his body. The Laws of Time had congealed over them, keeping them from healing as his vitality and magical power continually drained away. It was torment beyond words.
If not for his half-demon bloodline, he would long since have died from that unending loss of vitality.
As Fortune-Heaven Daoist Lord emerged, Demon Buddha Wujue stepped out of another gap in time. He surveyed the empty chaos and sensed the lingering traces of battle, then intoned a Buddhist invocation. "It seems this contest of arts is over for now. This poor monk still came back too late."
Flood Dragon Great Sage said, "Fellow Daoist, you came back at just the right time. You missed the most dangerous moment and avoided Mingguang Bodhisattva as well. What fine timing."
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