It could be said that the outcome of the battle between the two Celestials through their Dharma bodies had been decided with shocking speed. The imagined scene of a hundred-round deadlock, followed by Meng Zhao and Zhao Rulíng pulling at things from outside the arena to secure victory, simply never appeared.
Meng Zhao and Zhao Rulíng were somewhat astonished as well. Unlike the others, who were like flowers glimpsed through mist, the two of them could clearly sense that the area occupied by Feng Ling's Dharma body had already transformed into a peculiar domain. The scattered forces within it—Heaven and Earth Vital Energy, Worldly Power, and even existent and nonexistent things—were all shrouded by a special Dao principle, a law. That law was chaos and disorder.
Feng Ling's Dharma body should originally have been like a Great Grandmaster who had perfected body-tempering, possessing an Indestructible Diamond Body. Yet this power acted directly upon the Primordial Spirit. Something had gone wrong with Feng Ling's own Primordial Spirit, and the Dharma body that existed because of it naturally fell into the predicament of collapse.
"This man is truly formidable. This method is indeed bizarre, carrying some signs of the Demonic Path, yet it is somewhat different from the Demonic Path as well. Even if you and I encountered it, if caught unprepared, I fear we would be left scrambling. Should we intervene?"
Zhao Rulíng was deeply moved. The Great Dao of Yin Yang he cultivated was a Dao of order, harmony, and completeness, utterly incompatible with that chaos and disorder. This made him appreciate all the more how troublesome it was.
If he encountered such an opponent, he feared he too would be caught off guard like Feng Ling. Of course, his comprehension and understanding of the Dao of Yin Yang ran