Xuandu's problem was insufficient offensive power.
Even the fused divine fire could not suppress Moyuan. Instead, it was continuously absorbed and weakened by the Hunyuan Gathering Spirit Cauldron.
Moyuan's defensive system was flawless, leaving almost no openings.
Yet Moyuan possessed only one offensive treasure: the Zhan Kong Sword.
The sword's edge was razor-sharp, more than enough to pierce ordinary defenses.
However, the Qiankun Diagram was of no low grade. No matter how sharp the Zhan Kong Sword was, it could hardly shake its foundation.
As offense and defense shifted between them, both advanced and retreated with restraint. Neither could do anything to the other.
According to their prior agreement, the battle could already have been declared a draw.
Yet Bei Ming did not speak. His gaze remained fixed on the arena, and he seemed even more interested.
Moyuan's potential had yet to be fully forced out.
A clash between evenly matched opponents was often the finest whetstone.
Moyuan was a descendant of Pangu.
In a broad sense, the entire Heaven and Earth of the Primordial Wilderness had been transformed from Pangu.
All living beings of the Primordial Wilderness could call themselves Pangu's descendants.
Yet even among Pangu's descendants, there was a distinction between direct and collateral lines.
The Three Pure Ones had been transformed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit, while the Twelve Ancestor Wizards had been transformed from Pangu Blood Essence.
Without question, they were all direct sons.
What the so-called Orthodox Lineage of Pangu contested was, more than anything, who was the eldest direct son.
Pangu's left eye had transformed into the Sun Star, and Di Jun and Tai Yi had been born within it.
Such vast numbers of beings possessed profound origins, yet they had been nurtured by the Heaven and Earth of the Primordial Wilderness. In terms of