Yu Feng felt that victory was already in their grasp. Fang Xiao was undoubtedly doomed; there could absolutely be no further twists.
At that moment, he nearly cried out in celebration.
He celebrated for the Yuetian Sect, and for himself.
He celebrated the Yuetian Sect finally rising to its pinnacle under his hand, and celebrated himself obtaining everything Fang Xiao possessed.
He would replace Fang Xiao, become a monstrous genius, become the legend who shattered this Demon Tribulation, saved all living beings, and earned the reverence of countless people.
He had even begun imagining the grand scene of his future ascension to the Spirit Realm, with all living beings kneeling to see him off.
Yet when Yu Feng looked toward Fang Xiao again, what he saw was not the imagined pile of mangled flesh, but a scene beyond imagination.
In a single instant, coldness enveloped him. Yu Feng was immediately dragged back to reality, and all his fantasies shattered completely.
At this moment, Fang Xiao was still standing unharmed where he had been, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression indifferent as he looked ahead.
The Divine Peak phantom that had charged forth with overwhelming force, determined to take Fang Xiao's life, had actually halted before him, unable to advance even an inch.
The reason for this lay entirely in what stood behind Fang Xiao.
As the view shifted, at some unknown moment, an image of a Dao Venerate as tall as the heavens had appeared behind Fang Xiao.
It wore the Myriad Forms Magic Robe, bore the Five Elements Dao Wheel upon its back, held the sun and moon above its head, and stood upon Azure Clouds.
It was Fang Xiao's dharma manifestation—the Primordial Chaos Sword Venerate.
And the one who had stopped the Divine Peak phantom's assault