There was an insurmountable chasm between half-immortals and immortals. It was reflected not only in the perfection of their Dao Fruits; possessing even one of an immortal's body or immortal soul was enough to crush a half-immortal.
"Get off me!" Lord Shanhe was pinned down by the dragon claw and could not break free. Burning his blood essence, he shouted and used Law-Heaven-Phenomenon-Earth.
"Here, I make a wish: Three Mountains, become one!"
The three mountains of Penglai merged into a single pitch-black immortal mountain endowed with the power of prohibition. Anyone who approached the black mountain could no longer use spells or divine abilities, and their physical bodies would also be greatly weakened.
A young divine man carrying the pitch-black immortal mountain stood with his head touching the heavens. The East Sea was a full two hundred thousand meters deep, yet the young divine man's feet stood on the seabed while his head extended above the sea's surface.
This was what Lord Shanhe had looked like in his youth.
Space collapsed around his Dharma body. Even the waters of the East Sea could not draw near, forming a vacuum around him as everything was devoured.
Ao Ling let out a cold laugh, her eyes filled with contempt. She was tiny as dust before the young divine man, yet the aura she radiated far surpassed his.
Ao Ling rammed forward with her dragon horns. After closing in on the young divine man, even the embryonic Dao Fruit could not devour her dragon scales.
The young divine man raised the pitch-black immortal mountain and brought it crashing down on the terrifying black dragon.
Ao Ling remained unmoved. With effortless ease, she pierced through the immortal mountain as though stabbing through a layer of window paper. She then drilled in through the young