However, Fang Mo was simply too formidable. He had cultivated the Primordial Nascent Soul Tribulation Chapter to the consummate realm of Peak Attainment.
That was utter madness for any Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm cultivator. Only he possessed a divine ability that increased his realm so long as he cultivated. If anyone else cultivated it, even over thousands of years, they might not reach it.
Moreover, his Primordial Spirit had long been refined to a terrifying level by the Primordial Spirit Sword and Primordial Silence Slash, far exceeding the strength a Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm cultivator should possess.
His physical body had also long since advanced to the Eight Desolations Ancestral Dragon Realm. Even ordinary late-stage True Lords might not be his match. Heavenly tribulation could not harm his body; instead, it became nourishment for his Nascent Soul and flesh.
Beneath streak after streak of heavenly tribulation, his physical body and Nascent Soul rose in tandem, growing ever stronger.
The earth split apart, mountain ranges turned into rivers and seas, and the heavenly tribulation seemed poised to destroy heaven and earth—yet it could do nothing to Fang Mo.
At this moment, Fang Mo had already assumed his Ancient Desolate True Body, standing tall enough to prop up the heavens and the earth. The Nascent Soul above his head had become incomparably pure and golden, its vast Nascent Soul Power surging as even the void cracked apart.
The thundercloud vortex spun madly. Lightning, flames, and black xun wind merged together, transforming into a dragon of destruction.
Roar!
A heaven-shaking roar rang out. The vortex erupted, and the dragon of destruction charged forth, shattering the void in its wake.
Fang Mo's clothes shattered completely, and dragon-patterned marks covered his entire body. His overwhelming aura surged through the nine heavens. Raising his head to