"Parlor tricks."
Yang Lingtian merely snorted when he saw this.
He could not even be bothered to make a move.
He simply pushed his Chaos Dao Body to its limit.
A hazy gray divine light enveloped his entire body.
Clink, clink, clink, clink!
Countless divine weapons and sharp blades rained down upon him in a frenzy.
Yet they could not even scratch his flesh. The layer of Chaos Divine Light forcibly assimilated and obliterated them.
Even the Nine Nether Divine Fire, which could burn all things to ashes, was extinguished the instant it touched the Chaos Power beneath his feet.
It was as if it had encountered its natural nemesis.
Yang Lingtian crossed this mountain of blades and sea of flames as leisurely as if he were strolling through a courtyard.
Immediately afterward, the scene before him changed once more.
He found himself in an ocean of thunder.
Countless thunder dragons, condensed from the Divine King Laws, roared and rolled within it.
Every thunder dragon radiated a terrifying aura comparable to that of the Peak Divine Sect Realm.
Yet Yang Lingtian's expression remained unchanged.
He simply took one easy step forward, then threw a punch.
"Break!"
The gray fist imprint was plain and unadorned, yet it seemed to contain the weight of an entire world.
Boom!
The raging sea of thunder was torn open with ease the instant it came into contact with the Chaos fist imprint, as if it were made of paper.
Countless thunder dragons let out mournful cries before collapsing one after another and dissolving into a sky full of scattered lightning.
And so, Yang Lingtian continued to bulldoze his way forward.
Whether it was a mountain of blades and sea of flames or a purgatory of thunder.
Whether it was an illusionary maze or a Confinement