Even Chu Sheng had not anticipated this sudden turn of events.
Even the Sword Lord was stunned. Watching her own status be suppressed to the utmost within the Netherworld, indescribable fury immediately surfaced in her beautiful eyes.
"You're courting death!"
Rampaging Sword Light immediately slashed toward the Netherworld. At the same time, the River of Fate emerged, its waves rising one after another, as though it was about to reveal the scene of the Sword Lord breaking free from the Netherworld.
Yet Dao Tianqi had no intention of fighting the Sword Lord at all. His figure swiftly concealed itself behind layers upon layers of death aura. In any case, the Netherworld was not something the Sword Lord alone could shatter. Under the Netherworld's suppression, for [Destiny] to find a future in which the Sword Lord escaped was not impossible, but it would undoubtedly take time.
But without the Sword Lord standing guard—
Even if it only lasted for a brief while, the False History guarded by Cang Hao alone was more than enough for True Cultivation to enter and leave dozens of times.
True Cultivation realized this as well.
"An opportunity."
He sped like lightning, the firelight of his Primordial Spirit illuminating space and time as he traced Karma backward. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the boundary between the true and false histories from 129,600 years ago.
Yet it was at that very moment that Chu Sheng moved.
"Useless trash."
On the fifth level of the Other Shore, the foremost figure of the Light Sea wore a cold expression. He then formed a Dharma Seal, and a brilliant radiance suddenly lit up between his palm and fingers.
[Fixed Number].
This Great Dao, once inconspicuous among the five Great Heavenly Numbers, had constantly expanded its Image over