Facing Meng Tianhai's terrifying display of strength, facing the wild words of an old monster who had lived for over fifty thousand years, Chen Pu merely said, "The Era of All Sages has become a fading echo; for too long, none have known there is a height beyond! Then let me see how high this mountain is, and whether I can climb it."
He reached out a hand, seeking Meng Tianhai's hand.
The instant their palms met, blazing white Grand Rite Sacrificial Fire flared up.
Rite is Heaven's warp, Earth's weft, and the conduct of the people!
Heaven and Earth have their constants; all things have their rites.
Using himself as the sacrifice, he bestowed Meng Tianhai a grand rite.
Palm against palm, Dao slaying Dao!
He was gentle and mild, warm as jade, often making people overlook his unyielding strength.
But he, Chen Pu, was a man who had "never turned back through a hundred trials of life and death"!
Now, he would collide Dao laws with Meng Tianhai and grind each other to death. He pinned down Meng Tianhai's hand and would not loosen his grip!
Meng Tianhai's true body was here, yet he did not retreat.
First, yielding at this moment would mean losing the initiative. Second, with the Blood River to support him, he did not fear exhausting the origins of their Dao laws against Chen Pu. Third, his food was flying toward him, already close.
This food could replenish the fortune of the current age and make up the foundation of his Great Dao!
Every age had its protagonist. He had once had the chance to become one, but later missed it. So he withdrew from myth, hid among immortals, lodged himself in Calamity Water, and concealed a True Person... After witnessing age after age