At the very instant the Heavenly Dao Will was slain by Zhou Ming.
The West, Spirit Mountain.
The two Heavenly Dao Sages, who had been locked in a fierce standoff with the Great Formation of the Stars and the Myriad Immortals Formation, holding those two peerless formations firmly at bay, suddenly went rigid without the slightest warning.
The next moment, the flawless, perfectly rounded Sage pressure bestowed upon them by the Heavenly Dao vanished in an instant like a punctured balloon, disappearing without a trace.
Their bodies seemed to lose all life and spirituality, becoming like clay statues and wooden carvings.
Pfft.
Pfft.
With two soft sounds, the two Sage Dao Bodies turned into powder that filled the sky under the eyes of countless immortals, gods, demons, and devils, scattering with the wind.
Body and soul destroyed.
This scene came far too suddenly, so much so that the entire clamorous, tragic battlefield fell into an eerie instant of dead silence.
Within the Great Formation of the Stars, the light of the River Diagram and Luo Script above Di Jun's head paused slightly.
He looked at the empty void where the Sage had vanished, first stunned, and then a surge of wild joy welled up in his heart.
The foundation of a Heavenly Dao Sage lay in the Heavenly Dao.
A Sage was undying and indestructible; as long as the Heavenly Dao still existed, they could revive without limit.
Yet now, they had completely fallen in this manner, without even a shred of True Spirit left behind.
What this meant was self-evident.
Di Jun's heart shook, and a thought rose uncontrollably in his mind.
Sage Zhou Ming had won.
The Heavenly Dao had been slain.
In the Myriad Immortals Formation on the other side, East Prince Gong also saw this scene.