Heavenly Dao

Fang Xuan's eyes lit up as he praised, "As expected of the ancient Human King, an existence as taboo as they come."

"Kill!"

Everyone charged toward the Third Heaven.

The gods fought their way through five passes and slew six generals, breaking through five heavens in succession. Each time they passed through a heaven, they shattered the world below it, leaving no fish to slip through the net.

Above the heavens, dark clouds crowded overhead. The air was thick with murderous aura, and countless bones lay scattered across the ground. Many of the skeletons were exceptionally strange and divine. Amid the rubble, they even found dozens of angelic remains, each with no fewer than fourteen pairs of wings. At a glance, they could tell these had been the West's most powerful ancient deities.

Their remains were completely different from those of modern angels. Nearly transparent, they seemed to have condensed from liquid. Clearly, these bones did not belong to this mythological era, but had been left behind countless ages ago.

Miserable, shattered bones were strewn among the rocks, as if softly chanting an ancient elegy. On the path that defied heaven, countless experts had fallen between the Ninth Heavens.

An immense power was awakening above the Ninth Heavens, like a savage beast capable of shattering the entire sky. It radiated an incomparably powerful pressure that made people tremble from the depths of their souls.

Even Fang Xuan frowned slightly. This power made even him feel a measure of pressure.

"It still hasn't awakened?" Fang Xuan asked doubtfully.

"No." The Demon Lord walked over and looked up at the sky as well. "It has always slept like this, but part of its subconscious has constantly watched the heavens. It sees itself as a mountain-sized giant cat and us as insignificant mice."