On the other side of the Chaos battlefield, soft golden Buddhist light slowly spread out, like an invisible lotus dais blooming in the darkness. Mituo sat cross-legged at the center of that Buddhist light, surrounded by layer upon layer of golden halos. Within each halo flowed countless intricate Buddhist runes, like an ancient scripture wheel in motion. His face was compassionate and tranquil, his gaze carrying a depth and serenity as though he were watching the end of all things. His opponent, Old Ancestor Creation, resembled a primeval forest spreading through Chaos. The Creation Power around him formed an invisible Giant Net, endlessly weaving new structures of law through the void.
There was likewise a gap between their cultivation realms—Old Ancestor Creation was a Hunyuan Grand Unity Golden Immortal Sixth Heaven, while Mituo was a Heavenly Dao Saint Seventh Heaven. Yet Old Ancestor Creation's Dao of Creation differed from Nuwa's. He focused more on "transformation" and "reconstruction," using the power of creation to directly break down, reorganize, and return an enemy's laws to their origin. Although Mituo's Buddhist light stood at a higher realm, it still encountered an unprecedented resistance before Old Ancestor Creation's net of laws.
"Daoist friend Creation, it has been a long time." Mituo's voice rang out within the Buddhist light, gentle and profound, like the toll of a bell echoing through the void. "This poor daoist reincarnated with Jieyin's Origin Qi. Though I differ somewhat from my previous life, the foundation of my Great Dao remains unchanged. We are both reincarnations of Chaos Demon Gods; meeting here today may be counted as a fated bond."
Old Ancestor Creation smiled faintly. The Creation Power gathered in his hand into a point of light resembling a seed. The light slowly spun in his palm, like a life waiting