This was the first time Yang Qingyun had experienced the cruelty of the Calamity of Dao Contention.
Sword Mist Heavenly Venerate had spent over a thousand years honing that sword, only for his Dao Heart to shatter in a single day.
As for Yang Qingyun, the victor, he had advanced another step.
Now,
he had already touched the edge of the Dao Master level.
The loser had been reduced completely to a stepping stone for his own improvement.
Even a battle between two minor Dao Integration Realm martial artists had been this cruel.
Then what about the Calamity of Dao Contention in ancient times, the one that had changed the entire world and severed the road ahead on the Martial Path? Could it have been similar to this?
Yang Qingyun's thoughts spread in all directions, and he could not help falling into contemplation.
But soon,
he cast the thought to the back of his mind.
As he had said,
until his strength reached that level,
thinking about so many things had little meaning for him.
Yang Qingyun immediately struck the heavily wounded Sword Mist Heavenly Venerate unconscious with a palm.
Then, carrying him along with the distant Lin Fan, whose mind was still in a daze, and the Reincarnation Ancestor, he vanished directly, leaving the battlefield.
To avoid any accidents—for example, another Dao Integration Heavenly Venerate arriving and, driven by ambition or some other reason, entering the fray and triggering another battle—
Yang Qingyun felt it best to withdraw as soon as possible.
Although he did not know exactly how the outside world was reacting now,
he could be certain
that this great battle
had definitely been sensed throughout the Central Continent.
It would certainly draw the attention of others as well.
Not long after Yang Qingyun left,
several vast