Amid the hazy currents, Wang Lin, clad in white stained crimson, battled Tathagata of Many Treasures, whose moon-white monk's robes remained spotless, above the Chaos Sea.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!!
Chaos Currents capable of eroding away all Postnatal beings surged violently. The Chaos Sea that birthed all universes and all worlds churned with undercurrents, its towering waves rolling on without end.
One universe after another was struck by the great waves and knocked from its predetermined orbit.
One world after another was born and perished as the two fought, while terrifying auras blanketed the incomparably vast chaos.
Battles between Great Luo were both fleeting and endless. Their clash was not confined to the chaos alone; it also ran through the timelines of each other's existence, reaching upward into the past and downward into the future.
Their collision was more terrifying than the collision of two great universes.
Great Luo knew no calamity or tribulation. They were almost impossible to destroy or erase.
Even though Wang Lin's white robes had turned scarlet, no injuries truly remained on him. All injuries lay in the past and the future, but not the present!
Unless one used one's own Dao to erase the traces of the other's existence across all time and space, beings of the Great Luo Golden Number simply did not possess injuries as understood by Postnatal beings.
Their battle was not limited to flesh, primordial spirit, or divine abilities. It was also a crushing of their very essences, a suppression of each other's Great Dao.
The constant annihilation of all time and space in the past and future!
That was how Great Luo fought!
To any Postnatal being watching, their battle would already have been enough to strike terror into the heart. Worlds were born and destroyed with every move—unimaginably terrifying.
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