A perfected person was divine indeed.
Sage of Ritual stood atop two talisman mountains. Suddenly, his dharma form grew at least twice as tall, its feet carrying the talisman mountains as though he were walking in boots. Sage of Ritual turned sideways, yet left the golden mirror formed from Destiny Words where it was. Like a soft wall with extraordinary resilience, it continued blocking the ferry's path. Sage of Ritual then rammed Savage World with his back. The talisman river behind him was like a brand-new track laid afresh, branching away from the original green path. Sage of Ritual's dharma form leaned backward, lifting both feet in succession before stomping heavily upon the void. The dharma form tilted farther back, little by little diverting the "ferry," shoving the entire Savage World into that talisman-river channel. The back of Sage of Ritual's enormous dharma form scraped against the whole of Savage World, throwing off a blaze of incomparably brilliant glazed light.
Of that group of ancient Great Demons who had come to watch the show, only Li Gou and the Nameless One remained.
The Nameless One could not help taking out his wine jug again and taking a savage gulp. He laughed heartily. "No need to doubt it. No matter how invincible that True Invincible of White Jade Capital may be, he definitely can't beat Little Master."
Li Gou said, "What is there to be happy about?"
The Nameless One nodded. "Of course we should be happy. It shows that no matter how many so-called geniuses and techniques have appeared over these ten thousand years, they still cannot compare to the height of the Great Dao reached by cultivators of our generation."
Li Gou said, "You cannot calculate it that way. Little Master studied a great many techniques during these ten