At the heart of the Myriad Dao Sect camp.
Yin Yang Boy's expression was grave, like rain clouds that had gathered for ten thousand years without ever dispersing.
The battlefield shared by both sides lay ahead.
This place had been locked in battle for so long that its original rules had already been thrown into chaos.
Invisible Sword Qi surged wildly in every direction, erupting without warning from empty patches of space. It was incomparably dangerous.
Those without sufficient strength no longer had the right to set foot in the heart of this battlefield.
"Senior, we..."
Behind him, a Quasi-Supreme gradually lowered his head as he reported, "What should we do next?"
Yin Yang Boy lowered his eyes, his tone icy. "Carry out the sect's orders."
"Yes."
Farther behind, countless experts stood silent as cicadas in winter.
This was a unified pre-battle meeting. Rather than a meeting, however, it was more like a one-man declaration of orders. In the Cultivation World, where the strong reigned supreme, Supreme Experts possessed absolute authority.
The Supreme Realm was already the domain of unparalleled experts.
And Yin Yang Boy was a powerhouse even among Supremes.
His illustrious reputation had been carved out through battle and slaughter.
In the current Supreme Heaven, what cultivator did not know Yin Yang Boy's fearsome name?
One yin, one yang—two bodies that had attained the Dao at the same time.
With their flawlessly synchronized cooperation, their combat power had long achieved an effect where one plus one was greater than three.
This was the terrifying Two-Source Supreme, the highest level of combat power currently revealed in Supreme Heaven.
Moreover, Yin Yang Boy had carved out his own path within the Two-Source realm. Among experts of the same level, his strength was only greater, never lesser. He was unquestionably one