The ancestral spirit extinguished all laws; the Four Spirits suppressed the world.
At this moment, heaven and earth seemed to grind to a halt.
The surging black-red mist froze solid.
The Myriad Gods Ghost Emperor towering above the nine heavens shook the world with his might, commanding the universe and the land. All sentient beings should have worshipped like pilgrims, while the immortal diagram's killing formation, which should have been operating, fell silent as well.
The iron-booted figure standing upon the Mystic Water gazed into the distance, seemingly not noticing the cultivator closing in.
The Old Heavenly King approached step by step.
He entered the Lunar Realm.
He crossed the killing formation's obstruction, meeting the Ghost Emperor's gaze.
As though entering uninhabited territory, he arrived before Tu Shan Jun.
"Divine weapon."
"You should not have come here."
The Old Heavenly King spoke softly.
If this had been an ordinary battle, he would have been willing to retreat and bide his time.
But this concerned the Great Dao and life and death.
Even against such a divine weapon, he would not hold back. What was more, if he did, the divine weapon would instead cut him down.
It was a pity that an arcane weapon unseen since antiquity was about to fall by his hand.
There was no thrill in his eyes at slaughtering a heaven-blessed prodigy or a Dao heir, nor was there any laughter at imminent victory. There was only a sigh, and a resolve that needed no words.
Perhaps he was not a pure cultivator, but his yearning for the Great Dao was pure. He was willing to sacrifice everything for it.
Upon the road of the Great Dao, whose bones were buried there was always impossible to predict.
Perhaps one day, he too would become a heap