Deep within the Strange World, warfires scorched the heavens.
The incarnations of Gods and Devils stormed cities and strongholds all the way, sweeping aside everything before them.
Even mighty half-step True Immortals could not withstand such an absurd fighting style—one that could not be killed and could return again and again.
More than a dozen incarnations of Gods and Devils took turns attacking, surrounding and slaughtering their foes, surging in wave after wave like a tide. However formidable a half-step True Immortal might be, they could not endure the relentless, wheel-like attrition.
Before old wounds could heal, new ones were added. The Dao injuries within their bodies were mended and torn open time and again, until they finally collapsed amid a drawn-out battle so long it bred despair.
When two half-step True Immortals were executed and fell, their screams shook half the Strange World. The remaining native forces heard them and completely lost the will to resist.
Yet the battlefield that truly decided the course of this war was not beneath the skies of the Strange World.
The Sea of Chaos.
Boundless Chaos mist churned like boiling water. There were no stars here, no time, no concept of space—only the most primal and violent fragments of the Great Dao, colliding and annihilating one another for eternity.
Yet at this moment, this Sea of Chaos, silent for who knew how many epochs, had been turned upside down by two figures.
A white-robed figure stood in the Chaos with his hands behind his back. His aura revealed neither mountain nor water, yet the Chaos mist for hundreds of millions of miles around him instinctively retreated, not daring to draw even the slightest bit closer.
Wang Xuan's incarnation looked calm, his gaze as still as an ancient well as it rested upon the