Above Desolate Ridge.
The plain white Daoist robe Chen Yan wore billowed. Had it been ordinary cloth rather than a manifestation of his own Dao Rhyme, the overwhelming pressure unleashed by the two supreme True Purity Realm experts high above would likely have shredded it long ago.
The Desolate Ridge before him was no longer the one he knew.
Space folded layer upon layer, while brilliant golden radiance flashed across the sky, cascading down like a celestial river.
On the ground lay an endless expanse of dark green Dao Rhyme.
It swallowed all of Desolate Ridge like a living creature, and with each "breath" of the Dao Rhyme, space folded and compressed more visibly.
Heaven and earth seemed unable to bear the burden any longer.
He watched towering trees sprout from the dark green Dao Rhyme on the ground, growing nearly a thousand zhang tall in less than half a breath.
Yet before those immense trees could finish growing, they were cut to pieces by golden Dao Rhyme that appeared utterly insignificant amid that dark green expanse.
The same scene played out again and again.
Chen Yan knew that the decisive battle between the Heaven-Stabilizing Sage and the Devouring Desolation Demon Sage had entered a phase of bitter deadlock.
Within the dense dark green Dao Rhyme, he could see that strand of brilliant golden light, seemingly struggling to hold on.
Compared with the dark green ocean covering all of Desolate Ridge, that strand of golden light was like a candle flame in a raging storm, liable to go out at any moment.
Yet it refused to die.
Wherever the golden light reached, the dark green Dao Rhyme was temporarily driven back, folded space was temporarily smoothed out, and disordered time was temporarily restored.
Even if it was only temporary, even