A realization rose in Ye Fan's heart. He already understood the path ahead of him.
He had long known the traits and various hurdles of Hunyuan, but knowing was one thing, experiencing it for himself was another entirely.
Yet even if he could see the road, truly crossing it would never happen overnight. His realm could not possibly soar at once.
After Great Luo, without external intervention, breakthroughs in battle and fighting above one's realm were almost nonexistent.
Even if he had comprehended the road ahead, there was no possibility of turning the situation around in an instant.
Boom!
As Ye Fan's thoughts turned, Lord of Fist Dao's tyrannical punch, formed from the convergence of ten thousand fists, shattered everything and sent Ye Fan flying!
Rumble!
Amid a terrifying shriek like the explosion of countless worlds, Ye Fan smashed through layer after layer of dimensions and space, flying back an unknown number of trillions of miles.
He nearly fell beyond the Thirty-three Heavens!
"Master!"
Xiao Song and Yang Xi's expressions changed drastically. They both shattered the void and rushed toward the Thirty-three Heavens.
But this space-time was unimaginably vast. Even though the two could now cross tens of millions of miles with every step and traverse the Sea of Stars in an instant, reaching the battlefield would still take them more than a hundred years!
A battle of Hunyuan was not something any Great Luo could interfere in.
"Yue Pingsheng..."
Within the Marquis of the West's residence, a ripple appeared in Hong Yi's eyes as the life story—or rather, origins—of this Lord of Fist Dao surfaced in his mind.
Lord of Fist Dao's original name was Yue Pingsheng.
He was a Postnatal being born after Taiyi. Originally an ordinary mortal, he had fallen into the hands of great powers as