At this moment, Asura's pressure was terrifying to the extreme, as though the true body of the Lord of the Netherworld had descended.
Xiu Fu's Reincarnation Dao transformed into a colossal gray wheel. Six passages slowly revolved upon it: the Heavenly Path, Human Path, Asura Path, Animal Path, Hungry Ghost Path, and Hell Path. Each passage breathed in and out gray light, and souls traveled through every one of them.
The Killing Great Dao transformed into a blood-colored long blade stretching across heaven and earth. The phantom of a blood sea flowed across its blade, while countless living beings' final moments before death were reflected along its edge.
The Blood Sea Great Dao transformed into a vast blood-red ocean, where the blood of countless beings churned. Every drop of blood contained the hatred of a life slaughtered by the Asura Race.
The Destruction Great Dao transformed into pitch-black nothingness that devoured all existence. Even light could not escape it.
Each of the five Great Daos radiated pressure powerful enough to make even peak Mythic experts tremble, each swallowing and spitting out light of a different color.
Gray, blood-red, and black intertwined, dyeing the entire palace in the colors of Chaos.
Xiu Fu's aura broke through from the peak to Half-Step Creation, from Half-Step Creation to infinitely close to the threshold of the Creation Realm.
He had not truly broken through into the Creation Realm, but he was already standing upon that threshold, one hand having pushed the door open.
The power of all his dimensions had risen to a terrifying level.
He opened his eyes. There was no emotion in those black pupils, only an eternal calm—the instinct buried deep within his bloodline after the Netherworld Bloodline had awakened to its utmost limit.
"Chu Tian, come."
His voice was hoarse,