Yin Yang Domain, outside the Dao Sect's Mountain Protection Array.
Great Dao Power manifested, its terrifying might running rampant between heaven and earth. Almost no intact space remained here; vicious spatial rifts and twisted spatial vortices were everywhere.
Clearly, an exceptionally brutal battle had taken place here not long ago, one that ordinary cultivators could never have participated in.
After all, Great Dao Power was standard for Mahayana Stage cultivators. Cultivators below the Mahayana Stage simply could not survive here.
Fortunately, the Dao Sect's Mountain Protection Array was powerful enough.
It not only completely isolated the Great Dao Power, thereby protecting the many Dao Sect disciples from harm.
It also firmly locked down the space to a certain extent, preventing the entire Dao Sect from falling into the void due to the collapse of the Yin Yang Domain's space.
At this moment, within the Mountain Protection Array, Zhang Tiansheng stood in the air, staring coldly beyond the array.
In his bloodstained hand, he tightly gripped a wholly azure youth several inches tall, his features delicate and refined.
It should be known that when cultivators first formed a Nascent Soul, it took the form of an infant. Yet as their cultivation rose, the Nascent Soul would grow and change accordingly. Upon reaching the Mahayana Stage, it could grow to nine inches and assume a manifested form.
What Zhang Tiansheng was holding was unmistakably the Nascent Soul of a Mahayana Stage cultivator.
Great Dao Power surged from the Nascent Soul's body as it struggled ceaselessly, attempting to break free from Zhang Tiansheng's grasp.
But Zhang Tiansheng's palm seemed forged from divine iron—a cage imprisoning heaven, the end of its fate. Those resisting forces could not shake Zhang Tiansheng in the slightest. Everything was futile.
"Zhang Tiansheng, you weren't injured?!"
Following Zhang Tiansheng's