"An Earth Immortal like you dares bare its fangs before me?"
His gaze sharpened as he looked toward the Black Panther. He breathed out a wisp of white gas that curled upward, condensing in an instant into a pure white lotus blossom—the edges of its petals sharp as blades, layer upon layer densely packed, spinning with a hum as swiftly as a wheeled slash. Before the Black Panther could evade, it was severed at the waist, then ground into powder without leaving even a trace.
He did not even lift his eyelids any further, as though he had merely flicked away a speck of dust from his robes. Without pausing, he continued onward.
Now then, after Su Yang had slain the Supreme Gold Dragon Ape that had crossed over from another realm with one move, he immediately clashed head-on with the Heavenly Dao Origin of that foreign heaven. Taking advantage of its attention being restrained, he quietly split off a wisp of his True Spirit and infiltrated that world. After lurking within the chaotic turbid currents for ten thousand years, it finally took form and gathered its soul, embarking upon a path of exploration through that strange and treacherous world.
The Sages of the Heavens had also quietly begun laying their plans, preparing to establish themselves in that new realm.
Within the Grand Clarity Realm Great Crimson Heaven, six Saints gathered at Laozi's Xuandu sacred ground, wreathed in purple qi.
"Amitabha..." A Buddhist name rang out, warm and gentle as jade. Golden light overflowed like water, supporting Amitabha's solemn Dharma form. Compassion ran deep between his brows, as though an ancient buddha had descended into the mortal world, making all who saw him unconsciously hold their breath and still themselves.
"Fellow cultivators, this monk harbors a doubt—the foreign heaven was