The Bracelet of the Great Dao.
It was neither a divine weapon nor an ancient treasure, but a dried flesh-and-blood palm from a severed wrist.
Nourished by flesh and blood, it rapidly recovered, crystalline as jade. Golden light and profound breath circulated through the mist of the Great Dao, its aura climbing as it completely assimilated Yu Renyue's entire arm into the same material.
His mana surged like a vast sea.
His rushing blood and qi churned into the tides of a starry sky.
Yu Renyue stood before Wu Rong, holding a small axe as he cleaved apart the devouring profound blade before him.
Whoosh!
The purple-gold little axe drifted down.
All scales opened.
"Primal Chaos becomes true, splitting heaven and earth!"
The divine weapon, the Primal Chaos Thunder Axe, flashed with purple-gold divine lightning.
"Hahaha. Good!"
The organization's top Saint King grabbed the gourd above his head.
The gourd abruptly grew from palm-sized to the height of a man, and he held it in one hand.
Madness and wild joy flashed through his eyes.
Now, he finally understood why Yu Renyue had remained so calm and composed.
Yu Renyue had not flown into a rage when his plan was rejected, nor had he despaired when the Yu Ren ancestor drove away half his strength, nor had he howled when their ally Sixth Uncle had never acted.
So Yu Renyue had trusted no one from beginning to end but himself. He believed he could accomplish this.
A ferocious grin appeared on the face of the organization's top Saint King, the organization's Star Lord, Lou Jingou, as he looked at the cultivators fighting beside him. "With this man here, the five Saints can slaughter the Dao!"
The Yu Ren ancestor still maintained that thirty-foot golden body.
Looking at Yu Renyue, he