Beneath endless radiance, a phantom-like figure resembling a god-fiend emerged, spanning three thousand starfields and awing the eternal starry sky. He stood tall, with a black saber at his waist, entirely pitch-black as ink, as though forged from black gold.
This man was the Blade Ancestor.
"Then why did you invite me here?" The Blade Ancestor gazed at the Qiankun Dao Ancestor and spoke softly.
"The great age is about to begin. You and I have each each forged our own paths, so we should have long made our preparations. But I invited you here to share in the feast of the Buddhist Realm."
The one he intended to attack was the Buddhist Realm, not the Nine Heavens World. Under Ji Xingyue's thunderous measures, the Nine Realms had long become a solid whole. They contained ten Grand Luo Emperors, as well as Great Emperor Ziwei and Great Emperor Changqing.
But he had already planted a hidden piece in the Buddhist Realm, and its coordinates had been determined.
"You found the coordinates of the Buddhist Realm?" A trace of surprise flashed through the Blade Ancestor's eyes.
"Of course. This realm vanished from the Myriad Heavens and Universes a hundred thousand years ago. With the vast land of the Western Ox Continent and the Three Thousand Great Thousand Worlds, obtaining this realm will give us three more parts of victory in the coming struggle of the great age!"
"The paths you and I walk have already reached their end."
They had each attained their own Great Dao and cultivated a single path to its utmost limit, comparable to the Primordial Saints of ancient times. There was no further progress to be made.
Yet when they studied the paths of other Great Daos, they were hindered by their own terrifying Dao laws and