May Be Defeated, But Must Not Bow; Becoming a Saint, the Path Is Long and Fraught with Obstacles

The Pangu True Body let out a deep roar, and Di Jiang's voice echoed through the void with unyielding madness:

"Bei Ming! Ancestor Wizards may be defeated, but they must never bow their heads!"

"Since that is the case," Bei Ming's gaze sharpened, and a flash of light appeared in his hand as the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler emerged.

"We all have reasons we cannot lose. When there is time in the future, I will visit again."

"Eternal Manifestations—Hongmeng!"

"When Earth, Fire, Wind, Water are reset, the Hongmeng Purple Qi Splitting Sky Ruler. The Myriad Realms collapse like rolled-up mats; even after the Immeasurable Kalpa, the delay remains."

Bei Ming hurled the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler, turning it into a brilliant streaming light.

It shot straight at the Pangu True Body's heart, striking the crack that the Pangu Banner had cut earlier.

"Boom—!"

The Pangu True Body's chest caved in.

Driven by Bei Ming, the Zhu Shen Flying Sword ran wild, transforming into countless sword shadows that surged through its body and traveled along its meridians with terrifying force.

The hearts of the Twelve Ancestor Wizards all felt as though they had been struck by heavy hammers.

Moreover, the meridians throughout their bodies seemed to be tearing apart, causing them unbearable pain.

At last, the Twelve Ancestor Wizards reached their limit and could no longer hold on.

With no other choice, they dispelled the Twelve Divine Fiends Great Array.

The moment the formation dispersed, the heavens suddenly fell silent.

The Pangu True Body collapsed, and the Three Pure Ones also withdrew their divine abilities.

Laozi's expression remained calm. Yuanshi let out a long breath of Turbid Qi, while Tongtian turned the Qingping Sword, and its sword cry gradually faded.

Bei Ming reached out, and the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler returned to his palm.