At the center of the Chaos battlefield, Daoist Taichu and Luohu's figures crossed, collided, and parted in the void. Every contact unleashed a storm of laws spanning several Great Thousand Worlds. Dark-gold Demonic Path sword light and silver-white Heaven-Opening Axe intent writhed through Chaos like two tireless dragons, entwining, tearing, and crashing against each other again and again. They ripped apart and scattered all the Chaos Qi in their path, exposing swathes of vacuum as though the land had been plowed. Those vacuums existed only briefly in the gaps between law storms before fresh Chaos Qi surged in to fill them, like bubbles endlessly forming and bursting upon the sea.
Luohu's demonic sword was knocked back by the Pangu Axe Phantom in a head-on clash. His body slid through the void for the distance of several Great Thousand Worlds before he finally stabilized himself. An unprecedented gravity filled his gaze, yet that cold curve still lingered at the corner of his lips. He could feel it: Daoist Taichu's Heaven-Opening Intent was like an insurmountable mountain range. No matter which direction his demonic sword struck from, that silver-white axe intent would block it with perfect precision. Although the blessing of the Heavenly Dao Origin had made his Demonic Path laws more violent, violence could never replace stability before the primal, fundamental power of order contained within the Heaven-Opening Intent.
"Taichu, your Heaven-Opening Intent is indeed pure. But no matter how pure the power of order is, there will always be corners it cannot cover." Luohu's voice rang through Chaos. His body paused slightly in the void as he changed his grip on the demonic sword—from a one-handed forward grip to a two-handed reverse grip. The dark-gold patterns flowing over the blade rearranged themselves as well. Like a restructured formation, they spread