You hit me, I hit you.
Ow, ow, ow, ow ow ow...
One punch from you, one punch from me. One move from you, one move from me.
Over the long years that followed, Primordial Beginning Heavenly King and Yang Mei fought like madmen, their Hunyuan power pouring out wildly as they continuously burned their own origins. They had actually beaten away each other's last hope of transcending the Great Dao.
Yang Mei's face completely fell, while Primordial Beginning Heavenly King went utterly numb.
A full three eras.
Primordial Lord of Heaven was overjoyed at the sight, the very picture of someone delighting in another's misfortune. Hahaha.
But in the end, he could not laugh either.
Meanwhile, Li Fan sat leisurely above the clouds with Wangshu, Nuwa, Taiyuan, and Ziguang, playing chess. His moves were calm and unhurried, as serene as drifting clouds.
"Don't rush. The Earth Immortal Realm can still hold on. A Source-grade Great Thousand World will not exhaust its foundations so easily."
Li Fan lightly tapped a white piece against the board with his fingertip, his voice as calm as water.
"Let them fight. We'll play our game."
Wangshu delicately picked up a black piece and said softly,
"It has already been three eras. If they keep exhausting themselves like this, even their Hunyuan Dao wounds may be affected."
Nuwa smiled and shook her head. "Only wounds from the Great Dao can make one truly wake up."
"The Earth Immortal Realm has been turned upside down, yet the Primordial World has become peaceful instead."
Taiyuan looked down at the two figures below, who had long been on the verge of collapse, and spoke indifferently,
"Yuanshi wanted to defy heaven using Pangu's Legacy, while Yang Mei wanted to contend for supremacy through the Space Great Dao. In the