Tattoo Palace's dojo was enormous. The so-called Back Mountain encompassed a vast swath of starry sky, surging with boundless chaos. That palm blotted out the heavens and covered the earth, spanning the stars as it descended.
Wang Yusheng's expression did not change. The long halberd in his hand tore through the Time Sea, split open the depths of space, and collided with that massive hand.
In an instant, all light went out, plunging everything into absolute darkness. It was as though two colossal beasts were confronting each other in an abyss before suddenly roaring again.
In the depths of space, countless stars seemed to have been shaken loose.
There was no darkest darkness, only darker still. Tattoo Palace's True Saint and Wang Yusheng clashed several times in the dead silence, their Dao principles intertwining.
When light returned to heaven and earth, vast stretches of the starry sky had shattered. Yet as Dao resonance flowed around the two True Saints, all things Resurrected and vitality returned.
The extinguished stars lit up once more in the boundless depths of space, remade into splendor.
Tattoo Palace's True Saint emerged from seclusion. Blood dripped from his right hand, where a bone-deep wound gaped open. He was said to be an incarnation, yet he looked no different from his true body.
Step by step, he walked out of the chaotic mountain region, carrying a Killing Aura that made Tattoo Palace's boundless dojo tremble. The sect-protecting formation began to billow with chaotic qi.
His face was cold and expressionless. Clanging sounds rang from his body as piece after piece of armor forged from forbidden main materials emerged in dazzling brilliance. He was solemnly donning his armor!
All the Supernatural Practitioners in the dojo were trembling. At this moment, they felt their bodies could no longer withstand