"Damn it!" Huang steadied himself, his expression grim. He knew about both the Dao tribulation and the human tribulation.
Fate, who had already fallen, now manifested as an imprint of the Great Dao, exceedingly close to transcendence into nothingness. Clad in black armor, he stepped forward, undergoing countless transformations as the torrents of civilization from two great eras surged down with him.
He clenched both fists. Chaos energy coiled around one, with a sea of chaos behind it where three thousand demon gods struggled to cross. The other radiated crimson origin power, bolstered by phantoms of the myriad heavens.
"A mere failure. What gives you the right to act so arrogant?"
Huang's mighty voice rang out. He stepped forward and cleaved down with the Da Luo Sword Embryo. Chaos shattered, the clear and turbid separated, and heaven and earth first opened. Earthfire, water, and wind raged; yin-yang and the five elements took shape; the stars arrayed themselves. World after world seemed about to be born from chaos.
Within my Dao, I am invincible. With one stroke of force, all arts shatter!
Fate's imprint reeled as though struck by lightning. His figure turned illusory, his demon-god body dissolving into particles that scattered into the River of the Great Dao.
One move. Just one move decided victory and defeat. Before even an instant had passed, Fate was already routed.
"Since you sought your own death by obstructing my attainment of the Dao, you deserve nothing less!" Huang looked toward the many powerful beings attacking him.
Even gravely wounded, he was not someone these fellows could affront.
Huang's Dao fruit shook violently. A human face appeared upon it, indistinct and blurred, displaying every aspect of sentient life and every creature in the world.
Joy, anger, sorrow, delight, grief, happiness, parting, reunion—regardless of race