Halfway up Hongmeng Dao Mountain.
A great battle unseen by outsiders was unfolding.
The Woodcutter gripped a bamboo staff and strode forward. His towering, majestic figure was shrouded in boundless, dense purple chaos energy.
The chaos energy surged like tides, accompanying the bamboo staff as it struck out again and again.
Every strike was powerful enough to make one's heart tremble.
It could easily pierce heaven and earth, smash spacetime apart, and crush everything with invincible force.
He charged ahead, cutting straight through all obstacles.
Yet—
The Dao Definitive remained standing where He was, His figure not shifting in the slightest.
Around Him flowed a great river of the Dao, its course taking the shape of the character "Destiny."
The Dao Definitive's figure stood upon the horizontal stroke in the middle of that character, while overhead, the river's course formed the character "Man."
That river of "Destiny" was like an endless Chaos dragon, coiling around the Dao Definitive in an unceasing cycle, endlessly renewing itself.
It gave one the sense of being Perfect No Leakage, flawless and impregnable.
No matter how terrifying the Woodcutter's attacks were, when they crashed forth, they were all neutralized and dissolved by that river of "Destiny."
They only stirred a few ripples in the river before vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Such was what it meant for ten thousand laws to be unable to invade and ten thousand Daos to be unable to destroy!
Most bizarrely, although the Woodcutter's aura grew stronger time and again, he still could not shake that river of "Destiny."
At a glance, it gave one the feeling of an ant trying to shake a tree.
"Although, like the Killer of Myself, you have touched the threshold of the Life Pathways, you are still far from matching me."
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