Within the chaotic void and thick mist, a sesame-sized sphere floated up and down amid the distant aftermath of battle.
This sphere was woven from several thousand tiny threads of law.
Inside the spatial interior, a man with disheveled long black hair sat cross-legged, a chisel over a meter long resting horizontally across his knees.
Magnificent tides of Dao rhythm emanated from his body, continuously washing over and scouring the black chisel on his knees.
As the Dao rhythm continuously eroded it, the pitch-black chisel slowly changed color, and at the same time, Dao rhythms consistent with the Great Dao aura he emitted began to be engraved upon it.
Hurry!
I must take control of this supreme treasure before Yang Mei, Hongjun, and the others collapse. The cross-legged man thought, golden light flowing within his eyes as he muttered to himself.
Wang Ming was the one who had launched a sneak attack on Earth Demon and seized the World Splitting Chisel.
Passing through the tribulation of opening heaven and earth smoothly was no easy feat.
Aside from the Space Fiendgod Yang Mei, who preserved his Chaos Fiendgod body, all other three thousand Chaos Mohist Gods lost their Chaos Fiendgod bodies in this battle.
Preserving a portion of their flesh, blood, Divine Soul, and Great Dao fragments, the three thousand Chaos Fiendgods combined with the flesh and blood of Pangu—who transformed into the Primordial World—to reshape their bodies, achieving rebirth.
Granted, they were reborn, but their bodies were also downgraded from the Innate Fiendgod Body to the Innate Fiendgod Body, and at the same time, their Great Daos all needed to be recultivated, which could be said to be a devastating loss.
Those Chaos Fiendgods who preserved their complete Divine Souls were still the very lucky batch, such as Hongjun and