The starry sky glittered.
Savage shock waves swept in every direction. The Dao Ancestors fought with bloodshot eyes, and mythical beings spilled their blood into the void at every turn.
Jiang Ping glanced back and saw that even a Peak Dao Ancestor had fallen in a pool of blood, his Dharma Body almost ground to dust.
With a bang, an Eighth Heaven Dao Ancestor was cleaved in two by a great axe, and his origin world instantly collapsed, heaven falling and earth caving in.
He let out a miserable howl, his face filled with regret.
He had come not with a Dharma Body but with his true body. He had already been cautious, planning to seize a few resources and flee, yet someone had still set their sights on him. He was about to perish here.
Rumble!
Storms raised by the explosions kept battering Jiang Ping's face. He sensed the dense power of origin. When a Dao Ancestor fell, all their power returned to heaven and earth.
He could not help licking his lips. If his main body were here, he could devour all these fallen Dao Ancestors and make their power his own.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a fruit of rules as enormous as a towering mountain flew toward Jiang Ping.
He reached out and caught the fruit in his hand.
"Get lost! That World Fruit is mine!"
An earth-shaking roar rolled toward him. The endless void burst apart, as though heralding the arrival of a king.
It was a man wielding the Pangu Axe, his imposing figure seeming to fill the sky to bursting, his eyes deep enough to reflect an entire starry expanse.
He had just slain an expert of the same realm. His face was stained with his enemy's vivid blood, his expression cold as frost.
But when