In this great battle between Heaven Peepers, our attacks were tantamount to bringing together the strongest energies in this realm and pitting them against each other. Thus, every attack was no less than a celestial-scale upheaval and collision of the earth's ley lines. Mountains toppled and seas roared, star clusters trembled—such scenes were everywhere. Our existence here was a convergence of energy within the veins of a Dao tradition. Whoever suffered the greater losses in these collisions would grow weaker and weaker, until they could no longer summon enough power to contend with their opponent.
However, the Black-robed Man was clearly very skilled at fighting in Phantom God form. Thus, whenever the battle reached a certain intensity and his power weakened to a certain degree, he would immediately find a way to drive out the Chaos Stone and make it shift to a place where the Dao tradition was more prosperous. Once he reached such a place, the rate at which his body became incorporeal would slow, and he would gradually recover.
Of course, this also came at a price. An unexpected opening could even be exploited by me, allowing me to scatter his Dao tradition on the spot. Still, I had far less experience than he did. Although the Heaven's Unity Dao had spread throughout the world over these years, reaching the level of prosperity his Dao tradition had accumulated over thousands of years was clearly unrealistic.
Therefore, preserving our existing Dao traditions from being overwhelmed and pursuing the Chaos Stone by taking advantage of the circumstances were the keys to becoming the final victor. The Black-robed Man thought the same way, so he fought with all his might to block my attacks. From being suppressed at the beginning, he had now reached the point where he could withstand