Dou Zhao had never believed there was any mountain peak in this world that could not be crossed.
Every towering mountain standing there waited for someone to climb it. And he was the one who could tread all things flat.
This was not something decreed by fate.
Nor had he ever believed in the myth that Heaven ordained all things.
But... who else but me?
The Heavenly Valiant Blade hung across the air, its spine like a shoulder bearing mountains, its edge poised to split the earth.
Dou Zhao's dazzling, resplendent Golden Body flew without restraint. This daydream world that held endless delusions trembled beneath his blade!
Zheng Shao's expression remained radiant, his tone even cheerful. "Red-clad boy, you're very strong! The Yin-Yang Maze is hidden here, struggling to survive. The power I can draw upon is already quite limited—I really might be defeated by you!"
The sage of recent antiquity spread his arms and embraced this world, as though he too were welcoming the future.
The power of delusion was extravagantly enacted in this world. A rain might suddenly descend, every drop a needle fine as ox hair. Soil might turn to magma, thunderbolt walking upon the ground. Earth might become heaven, yin reversed into yang.
Yet no matter how the scenery shifted, how wind, rain, clouds, and snow alternated, that streak of gold remained wild and unbridled.
He seemed to shine eternally over this world of delusions. "Among all impossible fantasies, I am the only one that came true. Today must triumph over yesterday, just as I must triumph over you!"
The earth split open with a rumble, carving a heavenly chasm between Zheng Shao and Dou Zhao. Vast starlight surged from the depths in torrents of magma, like a phantasmagoric dream, roaring before Dou Zhao.
Zheng Shao