Jiang Zhao stood before the Female Emperor, seven dragons of literary fortune stretching across the void.
Jiang Wu's Nine-Dragon Purple Shadow faced it from afar. The clash of father and son's auras had already set the entire sky howling.
Lin Heng crouched behind shattered rocks in the distance, weighing his options swiftly.
Jiang Zhao had made his move. Although Jiang Jingyi had been injured for the moment, with room to catch her breath, her Dragon Qi was slowly recovering.
As long as the father and son could hold Jiang Wu back, he would have enough time to do something else.
The stone pillar.
From beginning to end, that Sky-Piercing Stone Pillar thrusting into the heavens had been the source of Jiang Wu's power.
Uprooting the Eternal Mulberry on the Medical Path's side earlier had been like breaking one of his legs. But this stone pillar was still standing there, ceaselessly delivering the power of calamity. If it was not destroyed, Jiang Wu would never die.
Lin Heng hesitated no longer. His figure became an almost impossible-to-track gray shadow as he skimmed across the ground, rushing at full speed toward the stone pillar in the heart of the Northern Domain.
A distance of over a hundred li vanished in an instant.
The stone pillar was a full circle thicker than when he had viewed it from afar last time. The purple-black runes upon its surface wriggled like living creatures, giving off a nauseating stench.
Lin Heng landed three hundred zhang from the pillar, his Immortal Eye fully opened as he scrutinized it carefully.
If not for the threat of that giant hand of the Heavenly Dao back then, he would have destroyed the pillar the very moment it appeared.
"Hm?" Lin Heng's ears twitched. "There are guards too?"
Three gray-robed cultivators