If I could have chosen, I would not have wanted them to face invasions from other forces after ascending to the Creation Heaven. But now, the fantasy of coming up here to enjoy themselves had shattered so easily, filling me with guilt toward them.
The Phantom God of the Lower Origin Heaven stood there, like an immovable god or Buddha, a mountain that would not budge. Her eyes were slightly lowered as she watched the brilliantly multicolored worlds endlessly entangle and devour one another. Even my arrival failed to put much expression on her face.
The Six Paths Heaven was full of exceptional talents. None of them were the stray cats and dogs we had encountered in the past. In both age and experience, they had reached heights we could hardly imagine. Thus, within the Heaven of Proving the Dao, only strength mattered.
Breaking through the encirclement of the pride of lions was inevitable. So even after I arrived, she said nothing, merely watching the scene.
Her Lower Origin Heaven was like ten thousand ghosts roaming by night. All its light came from the baleful energy clinging to those ferocious ghosts. They crazily battered the Dao Foundations everyone had joined together, darting left and right while deeply versed in battle tactics. Sometimes they would suddenly break through toward Li Guxian and temporarily force back her attacks; other times, they would strike at Shao Zi and Xiang Ling, because they were the weakest links in the entire chain.
However, everyone seemed to have grown accustomed to this style of fighting. They coordinated and helped one another. Wherever the enemy attacked, Li Guxian and the others—beings far stronger than the other Seven Extremes—would appear.
Even this small detail was enough to reveal the danger of the entire battlefield. Compared with Big Sister-in-Law