The Primordial Fragment was vast, desolate, and silent. Trees towered to their utmost, standing like mountain peaks. Nearly everything here was far larger than normal, as though it were reenacting an age of giants.
A Phoenix Wing Black Gold Spear suddenly appeared, wreathed in invisible, colorless flames, and thrust viciously toward Gao Lan's back. It had come so abruptly that even Gao Lan, who had remained on guard against Tai Li's sneak attack, had been caught off guard.
Could he use a great divine ability like One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones?
Or had the Demon Saintess's Spear acted of its own accord, ignoring Tai Li's decision and insisting on a fight to the death with its Arch-enemy?
Pfft—the void was silently burned through. The spearpoint had reached Gao Lan's back. Dark flames flickered around it, melting everything in their path, even the light itself. Layer upon layer of fire formed a cage, leaving no room to dodge.
It was a breathtaking thrust.
Not for any other reason than its abruptness, arriving like a Flying Immortal Beyond the Heavens.
Just as the spearpoint was about to pierce Gao Lan, the image of mountains, rivers, the Sun, Moon, and Stars appeared around him, encircling and gathering close. They set off the towering, regal figure of an Emperor, wearing a Flat Sky Crown and a bright yellow robe.
Countless human figures rose up and filled the surroundings. Though the Illusory Long River washed over them, dimming and blurring their forms, their spirit and vitality could not be extinguished. They were deeply etched into heaven and earth.
This was the spirit passed down from generation to generation.
This was the spirit of facing death without flinching, so the race might endure.
This was the spirit of cutting through every bramble, braving a