It was only because of his three good disciples and his disciple-granddaughter Zhou Qingqing that Di Jun could never achieve Primordial Chaos through the Divine Path.
Yet the Di Jun before him could already call himself a true god?
Compared to Heavenly King Yuanshi, the gap between them was like a heavenly chasm.
He truly did not know where the Di Jun before him found such confidence.
Hearing Di Jun speak this way, Corpse Liberation Immortal had wanted to directly lecture him. But when he remembered his current identity, he abandoned that thought.
He was no longer the lofty master of the Heavenly Dao, but an existence born from the Heavenly Dao of Blue Planet.
"To call yourself a true god is nothing but blasphemy against the Divine Path."
"Whether you are genuine or false, I will know after testing you."
The glory of the Divine Path had always belonged solely to Heavenly King Yuanshi. She did not believe that Di Jun could possess the same boundless providence as Heavenly King Yuanshi.
Even if Di Jun had condensed a Supreme Divine Heart before her eyes, it would not do.
Corpse Liberation Immortal sneered.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
Spiritual energy surged from the God-Striking Whip, blooming into radiant light. Its aura was sacred and solemn, as though it could rule over the life and death of all living beings.
Striking gods, striking gods.
The God-Striking Whip was meant to knock those deities from their Divine Altars.
"Bear the laws and rules of the God-Striking Whip."
Corpse Liberation Immortal swung his right hand. Every sigil on the God-Striking Whip was activated, and countless whip shadows appeared in the void. This was not the power of the Immortal Path, but the manifestation of god-striking.
Whether real or illusory, so long as it was connected