That command scattered across the mortal world as Li Yaowen sank into complete oblivion.
Aba froze in midair, no different from the other members of the Thirteen Ancient Sages who had halted high in the sky.
"What a nuisance..."
Even the Heavenly Dao Prophet before the mountain of the Thousandfold Dao Gate could not help muttering.
He possessed all of Li Xiang's memories, so naturally, he understood how troublesome and terrifying this woman was better than Aba or the other Ancient Sages. Yet Li Yaowen's methods were even more decisive and ruthless than he had anticipated, and the trump cards she had hidden were even more unfathomable!
Three thousand years, ten thousand avatars, twelve at Union with the Dao—the magical power of these avatars would ultimately converge within the last surviving avatar, like venomous creatures reared in a jar until only one remained. Meanwhile, the Heavenly Dao Prophet, whose true body was the world of flesh and blood, could already sense that none of those ten thousand avatars had headed for the battlefield. Without hesitation, they had begun slaughtering their way through the strongholds of the various races across the world, accumulating strength!
In this brief span, avatars had already fallen. Yet every fallen avatar's magical power would be divided equally among the survivors, while their spells and insights would pass to the avatars best suited to inherit them.
Li Yaowen had slipped into oblivion without a sound, but the Heavenly Dao Prophet understood that she had still been modest in her conversation with Aba beneath the Endless Night.
Whether it was the influence of Li Xiang's memories or not, the Heavenly Dao Prophet had no doubt about the terrifying destruction Yaowen's avatars could wreak upon the world, now that heaven and earth were in turmoil and their original self