Before his words had even faded, Lu Yang had already slashed out with his first blade.
Where the blade light pointed, every color turned black and white, the waters of the Jing and Wei rivers clearly divided, Yin and Yang split in two—only for it to smash headlong into Chu Sheng before being shattered to pieces.
"Rumble!"
Chu Sheng said nothing. He struck down with one palm, smashing the blade light apart, then seized Lu Yang by the throat, intending to suppress his consciousness and thoughts.
Yet it was all in vain.
With the Divine Blade in hand, Lu Yang was now astonishingly at the Eighth Layer of [Other Shore]. Though he was still no match for Chu Sheng, he was far from powerless to resist.
"Hundred Lives Book—!!"
The next instant, everything began again. Chu Sheng watched helplessly as Lu Yang's figure turned illusory, then drifted serenely out of his grasp.
All things were false; I alone was true.
Chu Sheng's transcendence naturally meant that Restart could no longer affect him. Yet from another perspective, he likewise possessed no means of affecting Lu Yang's Restart.
Then everything began anew. The revived Dao Ancestors did not hesitate in the slightest and once again sacrificed themselves to the blade. Chu Sheng, meanwhile, struck first, seeking to stop this blade-sacrificing act. So long as he prevented Lu Yang from repeatedly sacrificing the blade through Restart and continuously growing stronger, the advantage would remain his.
"I refuse to believe you can restart that many more times."
Chu Sheng's gaze was icy. As far as he knew, even Immortal Taiyuan, back when he had risen step by step to contend with Jun, had restarted only twenty-four times.
According to Immortal Taiyuan's own account,
by the twenty-fourth Restart, he could distinctly sense the weakness of