The battle between the Heavenly Dao and Tai Yi and Yuan Chu continued to rage in the Southern Border.
There was no surge of spiritual energy—only the collapse of all things and the crumbling of mountains and rivers as the three sides clashed.
"You shouldn't have descended in the flesh. How can you still call yourself the Heavenly Dao?"
The more Tai Yi fought, the more exhilarated he became. He had thought the Heavenly Dao had merely taken on a form, or borrowed a body.
He hadn't expected that after only a few exchanges, the Heavenly Dao's true form would descend—and in the flesh, no less.
That made things rather complicated.
"Can you still fully wield the Heavenly Dao's authority? You made a blunder ten thousand years ago, and now you're even more foolish."
Yuan Chu sneered as well.
The Heavenly Dao's expression remained impassive. He withdrew, then pressed down with one palm. In an instant, it was as though the entire sky were bearing down at once.
Tai Yi and Yuan Chu finally revealed their true forms... Their three-thousand-zhang forms rose straight into the clouds. From every corner of the vast Southern Border, anyone who looked up could see two colossal giants, their full shapes impossible to make out, looming between heaven and earth.
The Heavenly Dao looked up without expression. He took one step, and a phantom shot up from his body, growing until it too stood three thousand zhang tall.
"You don't even have your true form anymore. How do you expect to win?"
Tai Yi suddenly burst out laughing, his face full of scorn, as if he'd witnessed the greatest joke.
"The mighty Heavenly Dao abandoned his own body, then went and found himself some stinking husk."
Yuan Chu mocked him without mercy.
"Even so, can