Beneath the vault of heaven.
Lu Shi lowered his head and glanced at the injuries covering his body, a helpless curve lifting at the corner of his lips.
He could still fight.
But Cloud River God Lord's Dao body would inevitably suffer unpredictable damage.
And if something went wrong with the Dao body, then when the Dark Mythology Era arrived, he would likely be fated to miss the opportunity to attain the Eternal Dao!
"Forget it. This battle ends here."
Lu Shi sighed softly. "I concede."
His voice carried a trace of regret, as though he still had not had his fill.
"In a contest of the sword Dao, victory and defeat are not things to be handed over."
From afar, Su Yi said calmly, "If you concede, then destroy Cloud River's Dao body and end yourself. Only then will this contest be considered over."
Lu Shi froze, his brows drawing together. "Don't you want the Chaos Origin within that Sword Dao Divine Tablet?"
"It is already mine."
Su Yi reached out and grabbed.
In the ruined, desolate world in the distance, the Sword Dao Divine Tablet standing there all alone suddenly let out a thunderous hum.
Countless mysterious and strange Chaos Dao markings emerged across the divine tablet's surface, while waves of sword cries rose and fell in booming succession.
Then, a Chaos Light Flame shot into the heavens from within the Dao tablet.
A straight scar split open in the void!
Lu Shi narrowed his eyes.
It was a strand of Chaos Origin, yet it was as sharp as an unmatched sword edge. The aura it emitted alone seemed capable of piercing the nine heavens and tearing apart yin and yang!
That aura was mysterious, sharp, tyrannical, and contained ineffable profundities of the Great Dao.
As a sword