"My old arms and legs..."
High in the sky, Gongyang Bo wore a pained expression. A faint glow shone from between his brows as the power of his will surged forth to resist the terrifying pressure.
Wei Fan did not feel it as intensely as he did, but even his golden Primordial Spirit seemed pinned beneath a massive boulder, sending waves of discomfort through him.
He did not try to block out the pressure. Instead, he descended from the sky with Gongyang Bo.
"Palace Master, why has the Dao Collapse suddenly accelerated?"
He was already certain that the Dao Collapse had nothing to do with him. It was not because he had killed the Big Dipper Sword King that it had sped up.
Gongyang Bo sat cross-legged on the ground and struggled to raise his head toward the heavens. He saw Qi Daozhen's vast, majestic Dao laws cracking apart in great chunks before disintegrating. Invisible pressure rippled in every direction, battering the Primordial Spirits of Martial Kings like them.
"I don't know either. I've lived this long, yet this is the first time I've seen such a sight—and for it to happen twice in such a short time."
Even he did not understand what had caused the changes in Qi Daozhen's collapsing Dao laws. This time, it was even more violent than before, and it lasted longer as well!
"If this keeps up, the Wasteland will soon be thrown into chaos. I don't know whether that will be a blessing or a curse..."
Worry filled his face as he continued struggling against the terrifying pressure brought by the accelerated Dao Collapse.
Wei Fan frowned. "If the Dao Collapse accelerates, the Wasteland can return to the normal world sooner and gain the same cultivation environment as the outside world. Shouldn't that