At first, it was only a single note of immortal music.
Long and graceful, it was as though all of Void Darkness were chanting. Following its moving melody, it plunged like a storm from limitless heights into the Void Darkness below.
"Rumble!"
In an instant, the melodious and profound immortal music heard above the [Other Shore] became a terrifying storm below, one that destroyed Myriad Forms and could not be looked upon directly.
Wherever the storm passed, a mustard seed and Mount Sumeru, past and future, the ends of the earth and a stone's throw away—all concepts lost their meaning. Everything was kneaded into a single mass, leaving the Dao Lords present unable to perceive anything outside themselves. Only a single thought of their Primordial Spirits remained, barely allowing them to recognize that they still existed here.
Beyond that, there were no other thoughts.
A true Dao Lord War.
Not Golden Core consummation cultivators with nothing but Primordial Spirits after falling from the [Other Shore], but Nascent Soul Dao Lords who truly stood above all things and had undergone a qualitative transformation.
Such a change might not have meant much to Lu Yang, but in the eyes of Sword Lord, Cang Hao, Wan Fa, World Honored One, and the others, it was incomparably complicated.
Once upon a time, they too had possessed such mighty power.
Yet they had fallen to this state.
At this moment, they could not even make out Si Sui and Chu Sheng's battlefield. With but a single glance, they felt all the mysteries within them, their Great Dao, and their Divine Thought freeze solid.
Dao Lords could not be looked upon directly!
If they had not all forged Primordial Spirits and retained at least a fraction of their former power, what froze at this moment would