In Heaven Beyond Heaven, eleven Xiantian Saints launched their attack. The Immortal Realm was besieged. At the moment of crisis, Fan Lingyue personally intervened, severely wounding the Lord of Darkness in two moves.
Saints were immortal, nearly undying and indestructible. Yet before absolute strength, there was no true immortality.
The Lord of Darkness retreated in defeat, and the Ink Lord made his move. Ning Chen's former master had always been mysterious and impossible to fathom.
Facing the Ink Lord, Fan Lingyue said nothing. She stepped forward, her bearing turning frigid as moonlight shone brilliantly.
Her slender hand flashed like lightning, tearing open the void. The Ink Lord also struck, reversing illusion and reality to confuse his opponent's five senses.
Unexpectedly, the ability that had always swept all before it met a setback this time.
"Do you think Luo Xingchen's sacrifice was for nothing?"
At arm's length, Fan Lingyue reached out. Her slender hand was as sharp as a divine weapon, seizing the Ink Lord by the shoulder and flinging him away.
Mountain range after mountain range crumbled. Amid the rain of stones, the Ink Lord steadied himself and raised his right hand. The Seven-Colored Immortal Art reappeared.
"Immortal Art, Waxing and Waning Moon!"
The immortal art shook heaven and earth. With a lift of the Ink Lord's hand, the entire great world rumbled and trembled. Myriad laws shifted, and an enormous divine moon appeared between heaven and earth.
Whether illusion or reality, a gap appeared upon the divine moon, tearing apart the flesh of the human Saint at the same time.
Fan Lingyue stood quietly within the divine moon, personally experiencing the astonishing might of the immortal art, her expression ice-cold.
"We created the Immortal Realm alongside Ning Chen. In this world, other than us, who dares call themselves immortal?"