The relationship between the two sides was almost impossible to reconcile.
Across the vast universe, the Dao Attainers who had transcended the laws of the cosmos had split into two camps. They would slaughter one another in the bloodiest possible way, all to seize a future, even at the cost of their lives.
To those fallen Dao Attainers, the future path of the "Dao" was far too important. It was a dream even more important than their own lives.
Even if they died, even if they sacrificed a hundred thousand years of lonely lifespan, so what? Like moths rushing into flame, they swarmed forward.
"Can we withstand them next time? Not necessarily. They've vanished for tens of thousands of years without causing a single ripple. They may well be preparing a massive assault."
"Although we have Weak Tenth-Order beings capable of condensing Dao Seeds, beings who are immensely powerful and utterly heaven-defying, their numbers are indeed too great. More importantly, several heaven-defying monsters are leading them."
"I heard that the incredibly mysterious Nether Lord, whom no one has ever seen, once single-handedly killed a Weak Tenth-Order being who had stepped onto the path of the Tenth Order while still at the High-Position Ninth-Order level! Who knows whether it's true, or just fake news they released themselves. If it really happened, then even killing the weakest kind of Dao Attainer on the path of the Tenth Order would be utterly inconceivable."
"It's probably just a rumor, a smokescreen spread for the outside world."
The deep-blue creature said it did not believe it, yet it frowned slightly and muttered, "But there is no denying that some of them possess absurdly exaggerated combat power. Their innate talent was no weaker than our lord's. Due to all kinds of mishaps, or because they failed