Xuan Shuo Retreats, Ziwei Imperial Seal

Resolute battle intent blazed anew through the void. Golden Crow Imperial Flame soared from Taiyi's body, molten-gold firelight scorching all around as the killing aura that had just been suppressed fully revived.

At Changxi's side, lunar frostlight slowly revolved. Yin and yang power intertwined, ready to crash down upon Xuan Shuo before the Star Sea the very next instant.

But just as Taiyi clenched his fists, preparing to unleash the full force of his Imperial Dao in a fierce assault, Xuan Shuo did not meet the oncoming edge.

Behind him, the Star Sea Great World slowly closed. The flowing light of billions of star rivers converged inward, layer upon layer of world barriers drew together, and the great world's pressure that suppressed the heavens gradually receded.

A sweep of radiant light curled beneath Xuan Shuo's feet, and he retreated directly, taking the initiative to widen the distance between himself and Taiyi and Changxi. He had no intention of stepping forward for a fight to the death.

He knew perfectly well that Variables had arisen in the current situation. Kunpeng's arrival on the battlefield meant that his opponents were no longer merely Taiyi and Changxi.

Kunpeng's foundations were unfathomable. Once the three joined forces, he would be facing three peak experts alone. Even with the Nine Revolutions Primordial Technique at the completion of its eighth revolution and the Black Tortoise body that could not be destroyed through the ages, he would inevitably fall into an extremely perilous dead end. Meaningless hard fighting would only add grievous wounds to his origin, bringing no benefit to the greater situation.

"Wen Zhong, retreat with me to the West Heavenly Gate."

Wen Zhong had just completely stabilized his control of the Myriad Dragons Atlas. Dragon Dao origin circulated around him as he vigilantly watched the