The utterly terrifying power erupted in full, everywhere at once. Its destructive aura crushed everything, as if nothing could stand in its way.
As they sacrificed themselves, the four Great Ancestors showed no pain on their faces. Their gazes toward Yang Qing were filled with smiles.
In their eyes, even sacrificing themselves was worth it, so long as they could kill Yang Qing.
As world-shaking radiance illuminated the past, present, and future, the Myriad Worlds trembled without cease. The terrifying power had completely swallowed Yang Qing.
In their final moments, all four Great Ancestors looked toward Yang Qing, wanting to witness his fall with their own eyes.
Yet that single glance made their smiles freeze.
Everything around them had been utterly destroyed. Chaos was shattered, devastation stretched as far as the eye could see, revealing only desolation and tragedy.
Emperor's Blood shot into the sky. Yang Qing's body was covered in cracks, his form dim and indistinct.
Yet even so, Yang Qing still stood tall, proudly towering over the world.
At that moment, the four Great Ancestors had completely vanished into smoke and ashes.
Yang Qing, who remained alive, was exceedingly weak. Blood continued to flow from his body, which was covered in Dao Injuries.
The countless wounds could not be healed in a short time. They had clearly already reached his origin.
Though he had not fallen, his physical body had suffered devastating damage. The fire of his soul was dim, and both body and spirit were riddled with holes.
Against the self-destruction of four Great Ancestors, his physical body had nearly collapsed and his origin had nearly dried up.
Yet Yang Qing still stood above the Myriad Worlds, his peerless bearing undiminished.
"Why is Yang Qing still unharmed? Where are the five Great Ancestors?"
"Could it be that