At Soaring Sky Hall, a platinum light soared into the sky. The trembling space outside suddenly came to a halt, as if an immense force had cowed everything in all directions.
In the distant battlefield between the two Confucians, the fighting also came to a stop.
The Black Hole rapidly filled in, and the space gradually stabilized, slowly revealing the two people in the battlefield.
Within the Peacock Feather Great Dao, a trace of blood trickled from the corner of Kong Xuan's mouth. His face was pale, but his ferocious expression had never changed. Even though his entire body had suffered severe injuries, he still stared fixedly at Confucius before slowly looking toward the sky above Soaring Sky Hall.
Within the Great Confucian Path, some parts of Confucius's clothing had once again been torn, but judging from his proud bearing, the injuries he had suffered were still extremely minor.
Sages and Ancestral Immortals—the Sage was still a cut above. Even though Kong Xuan had grown this powerful, he was still no match for a Sage.
Confucius looked at the distant platinum path and slowly clenched his fists.
Zhun Ti had been reborn?
Confucius had never imagined that Zhun Ti would actually turn the tables. After all, according to his calculations, Zhun Ti's Eighteen Arms Three Eyes Golden Body Dharma Image had already been completely destroyed! How could he turn things around after his destiny had been ruined? That was precisely why Confucius had allowed Bodhi Founder to merge with the Golden Body Dharma Image. No one could fill that gap—not even a Sage.
But now?
Confucius made a slight calculation and immediately understood what had happened!
Was it that man called Zhong Shan?
A surge of anger filled Confucius's heart as he looked toward Zhong Shan.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort