The demonic tide on the Chaos Battlefield had completely dissipated. After clearing the battlefield, the eleven Ancestral Witches steadily withdrew toward the Pangu Bloodline Wall. The clash between Daoist Taichu and Luohu at the pinnacle of their power continued in the heart of Chaos. Dark-gold sword light and silver-white axe intent wound around each other and collided repeatedly in the void, like two great dragons, one black and one white. The flow of power pouring in from the Heavenly Dao Origin had slowed to nearly half its initial rate, and the dark-gold patterns on Luohu's demonic sword were fading at an increasingly noticeable pace.
Yet deep within the Heavenly Dao Origin Space, the Heavenly Dao Will's silence did not mean it had conceded defeat.
Its gaze swept across the entire battlefield. It saw that the Demon Puppet army had been annihilated, that Daoist Taichu was gradually suppressing Luohu, and that the nine-on-nine clash between the reincarnated Chaos Demon Gods and the Heavenly Dao Saints was slowly but irreversibly tipping toward the Primordial Wilderness. Its expression remained utterly unchanged, but something never before seen in it was brewing in the depths of its eyes—a resolve that would spare no cost.
"If victory cannot be won head-on, then let this contest end another way." The Heavenly Dao Will's voice echoed softly through the Origin Space, like the final echo rising from deep within frozen ice. "Haotian, Yaochi, Mituo, Bodhi... and your Three Corpses incarnations. This Heavenly Dao shall use Hongmeng Purple Qi as the guide and the Heavenly Dao Laws as the command—detonate your origins and annihilate every hostile presence on the Chaos Battlefield."
Four commands passed simultaneously through the connecting channels of Hongmeng Purple Qi, striking precisely into the depths of Haotian's, Yaochi's, Mituo's, and Bodhi's Primordial Spirits. Like brands seared