Above the Sea of Blood, the battle grew ever more intense.
Filthy blood waves and heaven-burning golden flames collided madly. Every clash tore apart the void, raising foul blood mist that blotted out the sky and sun.
Dijun and Taiyi attacked in fury, their might towering to the heavens.
Old Ancestor Minghe fought back in humiliation, looking like a madman.
Meanwhile, the true victor had already quietly lain in wait within the sacred realm of Kunlun.
Kunlun Mountain, side hall of Taiqing Palace.
Dao Xuan sat cross-legged atop a meditation cushion.
Pure Qi swirled through this place, and Dao resonance arose naturally. It was an excellent place for comprehending the Dao.
His face still bore a trace of pallor, but his aura had stabilized considerably. The nourishing effects of the Taiqing immortal light were extraordinary.
At that moment, he held the dim, crack-covered Nine-Nine Soul Scattering Gourd in his hand.
The gourd felt icy in his palm and carried a trace of the heroic, tragic aura left behind by Old Ancestor Hongyun.
Dao Xuan took a deep breath, and a sharp glint flashed through his eyes.
He circulated his profound cultivation art, gathering a thread of pure mana at his fingertip before carefully touching it to the gourd's opening.
"Open!"
He gave a soft shout.
The profound rune at the gourd's mouth flickered faintly before slowly opening.
"Buzz—!"
The instant the gourd opened!
A hazy stream of violet air suddenly shot out from within!
The airflow was incomparably agile. The moment it emerged, it transformed into a lifelike violet dragon!
Its scales gleamed with unfathomable Dao patterns, while its dragon eyes were majestic, exuding a vast, supreme aura that pointed directly to the origin of the Primordial Unity!
It was the final strand—Primordial Violet Qi!
The violet dragon let out