The next moment.
The power of the Heavenly Dao surged violently.
The Primordial World shook. Even Dao Ancestor Hongjun's aura was faintly affected, and the Daoist Charm behind him rippled in waves...
A rain of blood fell from the heavens.
Countless living beings were overwhelmed by grief!
This time, it truly was an omen of a Saint's fall. Enduring the searing pain in his soul, Tongtian drew the Qingping Sword from his damaged soul and swung it once more at his future self...
Tongtian had fallen from his position as a Saint. That meant his future self was no longer a Heavenly Dao Saint and no longer possessed the attribute of being "undying and indestructible."
Naturally, that made the task far easier.
What was more, Tongtian had been grievously wounded by the Six Souls Banner. Since falling from his position as a Saint, his power had been draining away without pause, and his strength kept declining.
It was nothing like before!
By this point.
His future self was plainly the weaker one!
Whoosh!
Amid the dazzling sword light.
The two Tongtians collided.
Their figures seemed to overlap, enveloped by the Qingping Sword's radiance. The chaotic spacetime suppressed by the Chaos Bell grew even more unstable...
A golden phantom of the Chaos Bell appeared.
It trembled gently.
Hum!
Then it merged into the void once more.
After the strand of Primordial Violet Qi belonging to Tongtian had been fully separated, it no longer showed any sign of acting on its own. It drifted through the space suppressed by the Chaos Bell, its violet glow mingling with the sword light.
Hongjun's expression was grim.
He had never imagined Tongtian could be so decisive, or so ruthless toward himself! Tongtian had actually written his own name on the Six Souls Banner. Caught off