A Killing Intent as Cold and Fierce as Frost!

A dragon's roar suddenly tore through the sky, clear and resounding enough to shake the heavens!

Amid the churning sea of clouds, the phantom of a divine dragon emerged, its golden scales faintly visible and its claws and fangs imposing. Raising its head, it soared upward, its vast dragon might piercing straight through the nine heavens!

That was the divine dragon formed from Human Dao Fortune—

Once the dragon's form solidified and fortune returned to its proper place, the Human Dao would completely awaken!

From then on, it would only be a matter of course for the Human Race to reclaim authority over heaven and earth.

Thinking of the glorious age when the Human Race had ruled the Primordial Wilderness and all races had bowed their heads, the three Heavenly Dao Saints burned with anxiety and could no longer restrain themselves!

Yet three Earthly Dao Saints stood in their path, and with Li Tian holding the Green Ping Sword, his gaze as sharp as lightning, how could he allow them to cross that line?

They could neither advance nor retreat, neither attack nor defend—

The deadlock was like a cocoon, tightening around them with every struggle.

The three silently raised their heads and looked toward the lofty heavens beyond, hoping only that their master would send down guidance.

Or perhaps he truly intended to intervene personally.

Deep within the Purple Heaven Palace.

Hongjun lightly tapped the void with his fingertip, and a pool of dim light reflected the myriad phenomena of the Primordial Wilderness.

His gaze was as sharp as a blade, slowly sweeping over Zhenyuanzi, Ancestor Minghe, and Li Tian in particular—

Then, from the depths of his eyes, a killing intent as cold and fierce as frost suddenly erupted!

He had never imagined that Daoist Qingping, who should