Their figures intertwined as boundless power and will clashed. It was the most dazzling and the most brutal of sights: Chaos Primordial-like light and blazing, sacred radiance continually entwined and crashed against each other.
With a thunderous boom, the two figures retreated three steps at the same time. Pale-faced, they stared at one another, standing proudly atop the Myriad Worlds of the Heavens, above the passage of time.
After a long silence, they finally spoke.
"Can you keep going?" Patriarch Mu asked coldly.
"If you can, then Heng certainly can," He Heng replied calmly, his voice full of confidence.
Their eyes met. Their battle intent burned, and killing intent hung thick in the air.
Terrifying pressure enveloped their surroundings. The void collapsed, time ground to a halt, and the entire Myriad Worlds of the Heavens sank into deathly silence.
Suddenly, Patriarch Mu sighed, reining in his aura and shaking his head. "Forget it. Our battle ends here. Give her back to me."
"Hmm. Why?" He Heng asked softly.
Patriarch Mu said calmly, "You and I fought only to seek an opportunity to break through. But we pushed our clash to its limit, and still no sign of the Great Luo opportunity appeared. That means the time isn't right. We'll fight again another day. Once we digest what we gained from this battle, we'll both be closer to Great Luo."
He Heng nodded. He understood as well that the time to Attain Dao Da Luo had not yet come. If they kept fighting, they would only both suffer grievous injuries, which went against their original intentions.
He took out Nuwa's Corpse and offered it to Patriarch Mu. The latter accepted it, a complicated look of reminiscence crossing his face, then turned and left.
At that moment, an immense demonic aura swept