Mayflies Observing the Sky, What Was Seen Before Was Merely a Corner

In the previous battle, Qin Wangchuan only used the Taichu God-Burial Sword, which was empowered by the Supreme Dao Heart, once.

This gave them the misconception that Supreme Dao Technique could not be used casually.

But now, everyone understands.

The Supreme Dao Heart —it shines not merely for a single, decisive strike.

Its true terror lies in the fact that it can control and empower any skill one is proficient in.

Whether it's the exquisite "Heavenly Sword," the deadly "Ten Directions Profound Sword," or even the almost omnipotent "Wanjie Thunder Furnace"...

Any Dao technique, once activated by the flow of this Dao heart, will transform into a completely different existence—more condensed, more pure, and more deadly.

This is no longer a contest of Technique Method.

Rather, it is an overwhelming crushing force at the Origin Source Spiritual Power.

The Heaven and Earth Dharma Manifestation, and the battlefield fell into a brief Deathly Stillness.

Xiang Haoran, whose physical body had been reconstructed, faced Chu Wujiu from a distance. Both of them had lost most of their Spiritual Power, and their chests heaved violently.

Xiang Haoran's gaze was fixed on the figure in the air. He didn't look at Chu Wujiu, but he threw out his words, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice dry:

"You've been fighting 'monsters' like this all along?"

Chu Wujiu taken aback upon hearing this.

He turned to look at Xiang Haoran, and the genuine seriousness and lingering fear on the other's face calmed the resentment churning in his chest for a moment.

After a moment of silence, Chu Wujiu grinned, a complex smile tinged with bitterness:

"Yes... that's always been the case."

His tone even revealed a hint of pride Thousands of Refinements experience.

Xiang Haoran had no time to savor the deeper meaning of those words; he simply gazed at the figure and murmured:

"Is his Spiritual Power limitless? He's incredibly strong..."

This exclamation was so pure, so pure that it left only a direct awe of absolute power.

Chu Wujiu gazed intently at Qin Wangchuan's retreating figure, and echoed in a low voice:

"Indeed very strong."

"How could he... be this strong?" Xiang Haoran, as if he were asking Chu Wujiu, or perhaps he was asking himself.

"I don't know," Chu Wujiu answered crisply, his eyes sharpening even more. "And I don't need to know. All I need to know is that to defeat him, I need to be a hundred times, a thousand times more determined than I am now."

After speaking, he took a deep breath, suddenly stepped forward, and turned to look at Xiang Haoran:

"Even though you're an annoying guy from head to toe... you don't want to lose like a stray dog with a broken spine, do you?"

"If you want to join forces, just say so. Stop beating around the bush. You're still the same old you." Xiang Haoran sneered upon hearing this.

This is the first time this madman has asked me to join forces.

He stretched his still somewhat stiff shoulders, stepped forward, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Chu Wujiu.

But he still wouldn't let it go:

"Let me make this clear first, I still can't stand the look of your face."

"What a coincidence, me too." Chu Wujiu snorted, then suddenly remembered something, "But I have to mention, the reason I don't like your face is simply because you're too ugly."

"Get lost, you ugly bastard!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

The two exchanged no further words.

"The Heaven and Earth Law—!"

"The Heaven and Earth Law—!"

The light burst forth once more, and although their auras were weak and dim, the two Dharma Manifestation stood side by side again with a resolute determination to exhaust their last bit of Spiritual Power.

The Heaven-Returning Array can reshape the physical body, but it cannot replenish even a fraction of Spiritual Power.

This is a do-or-die situation.

While there are elixirs available, please don't be ridiculous.

Taking medication after a group fight is utterly shameful.

On Yun Zexuan's side, Ye Lingchuan's Immortal Burial Coffin, Yan Wujin's towering fire curtain, and Gu Tianye's Sacred Body Defense combined to block the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Sword.

All three had blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, and their spiritual light was dim, clearly indicating that they had suffered serious injuries.

Ye Lingchuan coughed up a mouthful of blood, looked at Yun Zexuan beside him, and asked urgently in a low voice:

"What's the next step?"

Yun Zexuan's gaze swept over the seven Heaven and Earth Dharma Manifestation beings in the arena, struggling to withstand the rain of swords and the Tribulation Finger, yet constantly inflicting new wounds.

It then swept past the pale, unwilling faces of Chu Wujiu, Xiang Haoran, and the others in the distance.

He paused for a moment, his voice devoid of emotion. "There's nothing we can do."

Ye Lingchuan was taken aback. "What?"

"I said," Yun Zexuan repeated, each word clear and calm, "There's nothing we can do."

He raised his hand, pointing to the area repeatedly ravaged by Destructive Energy: "Look closely. This is a battle only Supreme Being can intervene in."

"We, the Half-Venerable —don't even have the right to stand closer; we can only watch."

Upon hearing this, Gu Tianye's chest heaved violently.

There was no rebuttal, nor could there be one.

He slowly raised his eyes, staring intently at the phantom figure that remained quietly standing on the Heavenly Suspended Silk, seemingly independent of this chaos and destruction.

His gaze was complex and unreadable.

So many people, yet they couldn't even get him off that silk thread.

"Brother." Gu Yixuan appeared beside him at some point and called out softly.

Gu Tianye did not respond.

Or rather, his entire mind had been captured by that figure, and he couldn't hear anything else.

Since parting ways with Middle Thousand Provinces, he had been cultivating diligently day and night, believing he had undergone a complete transformation and was now able to bridge the once insurmountable gap.

But at this moment, reality is like ice water being poured over one's head.

I still have a long way to go.

So far away that you can't even see where the other person is standing.

Following her brother's gaze, Gu Yixuan also looked at the figure standing on the Heavenly Suspended Silk, looking down on the field as if he were invincible.

The girl's clear eyes reflected his unparalleled beauty and overwhelming aura, and for a moment, she was also stunned, lost in thought.

Just then, a clear, cool female voice, tinged with a subtle self-mockery, rang out from behind:

"... How can a mayfly measure the height of the sky?"

Xie Qingshang had already appeared standing not far away.

Although her simple dress looked slightly disheveled, her stunningly beautiful face stood out starkly against the dilapidated surroundings.

Her beautiful eyes, as if drawn by a magnet, were firmly fixed on Qin Wangchuan's illusory image.

His gaze was complex, containing a light that had been deeply ingrained since their first meeting and had grown even more intense now, witnessing its absolute power, as well as a chill stemming from instinct towards the unknown and absolute power.

These contrasting emotions intertwined in her eyes, ultimately settling into an almost obsessive focus.

Her voice wasn't loud, but everyone around her could hear it clearly. It was unclear whether she was speaking to Gu Tianye, or to herself and everyone else present.

What we've seen here, despite our best efforts, might not even be considered the edge of the 'sky' beneath his feet.

Those who were only Half-Venerable could only retreat to the edge and watch helplessly.

The remaining Supreme Being beings in the arena are in an even more perilous situation.

Supreme Realm – Although this realm allows the condensation of Dharma Manifestation, the individual Dharma Manifestation forms have not yet been fully explored, Dharma Manifestation power remains only one-tenth of what it once was.

Even more fatal was that Qin Wangchuan's methods were too restrained— Saint Law could break the Heaven and Earth Law.

"Holy crap! How the hell am I supposed to beat this?"

A Prodigy was Tribulation Finger, and the Dharma Manifestation's arm was instantly pierced.

"Is that Sword Seals? Law Follows Words?!" The other person rolled awkwardly, narrowly avoiding the slash that came from the sky.

Qin Wangchuan uttered only the word "slay," and a massive Sword Seals diagram unfolded in the sky.

Although that thing couldn't break through the Heaven and Earth Law, it was still quite unpleasant to behold.

"A counterattack is useless! Think of something!" Someone watched in despair as his all-out attack struck the Mystic Heaven Ring, but didn't even make a sound.

"Heavenly Sword... Heavenly Sword is here again!" Amidst the exclamations, another Giant Sword Spiritual Power tore through the dust and crashed down towards the densest part of the Half-Venerable' group.

Qin Wangchuan's illusory figure remained standing on the Heavenly Suspended Silk, his movements concise to the extreme.

Words are the Way; when the sword is drawn, destruction follows; when protected, no harm is done.

Especially the unique Ten Directions Profound Sword, which can cleave a person and their Dharma Manifestation in two.

Under this bombardment.

Of the original ten or so Heaven and Earth Dharma Manifestation, only seven remain, struggling to hold on.

Although those who die in battle can rejoin, the Heaven and Earth Law is no different from a paper doll when its Spiritual Power is insufficient.

Maybe the paper-made one is even harder.

The battlefield was completely unrecognizable.

The once magnificent circular Arena had its dome blasted open by the falling Heavenly Sword.

Beneath their feet, the ground, once reinforced with a divine metal mixed array, was repeatedly "plowed" by Heavenly Sword and slashes, leaving ravines crisscrossing and scorched earth everywhere, with not a single intact brick or stone to be found.

Dust mixed with lingering energy remnants to form a murky mist.

Occasionally, a desperate counterattack would strike the Nine-Layer Profound Heaven Ring, but it wouldn't even cause a ripple before being completely swallowed up by that silent barrier.

With only a slight pause, the deadly Tribulation Finger strikes through the air.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Sword formed from pure Spiritual Power and Principle continued to fall from the sky, one after another, seemingly without end, cutting and turning the already ravaged earth upside down once more.

This is no longer a battle.

Instead, it was a one-sided, desperate consumption and hunting operation taking place in a ruin that was being gradually dismantled.