Helian Zhaotu had already gathered the nation's force into himself and poured forth the power of the absolute peak, yet he still could not avoid being swept away by the wolf-tongue corridor, racing toward that throat-like mouth leading into the abyss.
The enormous lightning hook-spear was being dissolved by divine power, and what dripped upon the wolf's teeth was all deep-purple thunder slurry.
Even his Dao body felt as though it were melting, and an uncontrollable, unbearable itch arose within his bones.
Yet he stood firm as a mountain, gripping the Sword of Royal Authority, [Elevation], whose tassel his mother had personally tied for him in the year he came of age. His golden eyes merely turned, surveying all directions, without the slightest trace of alarm—
Indeed, the Cangtu God had suddenly attacked and swallowed him whole, but his heart instead settled!
This was not yet the worst outcome. The war to "seize godhood" was not over.
If the Cangtu God had already won, a single thought could have reduced him to ash. Why would it need such complicated means? Was there not enough room to act atop the Supreme Divine Mountain, that it had to send him somewhere unknown?
Precisely because the struggle remained deadlocked and victory was still uncertain, could this strongest deity in the present world lower its proud wolf head and cast a few more glances upon the human realm! Only then would Helian Zhaotu exist in its eyes, only then would it speak a few more useless words.
And after confirming his will to fight, the supreme deity of the present world had been so anxious, calling him closer again and again, faster and faster. Presumably, not only had the seizure of godhood changed, but the battle on the mountain path had likely developed far