Primordial Desolation: The Mortal Storyteller, with an Audience of Saints
Chapter 750

Five-Colored Flowing Light

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In an instant, an overwhelming pressure like a mountain or peak swept outward, feeling as though Buzhou Mountain had toppled and crashed down. The surrounding space shattered inch by inch, turning into dust. Pitch black fissures split open across the void, and black holes emerged one after another, madly devouring everything around them. Five-colored flowing light gushed out from the openings, and temporal and spatial turbulence swept in all directions; the moment time and space power entered the Chaos, it immediately stirred up monstrous billows.

Right in the center of that chaos, the Dao Incarnation slowly raised her head, her gaze as cold and sharp as a blade. Two dazzling, piercing rays shot out violently from her eyes, so fast that even thought could not react in time, heading straight for Su Yang's face!

Su Yang's heart tightened, and the Vast Sword instantly slashed horizontally before him. Sword Qi exploded violently, forcefully blocking those two beams of light. Yet the lingering shockwaves still shook him into retreating several steps, causing the Chaos beneath his feet to crack apart.

He narrowed his eyes, staring at that figure, his heart sinking slightly. The attack just now actually contained astonishing might! If he were at his peak, he would not have taken such an attack seriously at all. But now, with his cultivation having only stepped into the Chaos peak by half a foot, he could only unleash seventy to eighty percent of his strength, and any slight negligence could prove fatal.

During that battle back then, although he was heavily injured, his origin was not harmed. Healing his wounds and comprehending the Dao within the small chaos over the years had long since consolidated his foundation. This battle right now would not cause his old injuries to flare up, but if he

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