An ancient, feeble voice; a majestic, thunderous voice.
Divine language, prairie tongue, Dao Language.
Two voices, three languages, shifting without cease.
The clash of words between the two venerables was not to sway each other, but to contend for Helian Zhaotu's will.
Their fierce words collided, battering Helian Zhaotu's auditory senses again and again. The slaughter between divine might and royal authority repeatedly ground against Helian Zhaotu's soul.
Helian Zhaotu, already showing a dragon's form, held a sword with the might to tip the heavens—
The divine throne cracked apart in two!
The weakened deity fell amid the wreckage of the divine throne.
The power beyond the pinnacle, which had repeatedly surged between the fingers and palms of this divine body, finally shattered its confinement. As the Ascension Sword came down, it descended before the divine throne, pouring down like frost wind that kills withered leaves, instantly snuffing out Helian Zhaotu's dragon qi.
But Helian Zhaotu's figure abruptly flickered. When it solidified again, he had already retreated before the statue of the Great Mu Empress.
"Mother..."
Helian Zhaotu's gaze trembled!
The stone statue, of course, gave no answer.
"Zhaotu." From amid the throne's wreckage, the weakened divine body raised that aged wolf's head. The green in its eyes seemed to have been shaken loose, making them ever murkier. "Your sword... missed by an inch!"
The struggle between Helian Qingtong and Cangtu God was, of course, utterly real.
Helian Qingtong's resolve to contend with Cangtu God for another lifetime was beyond question as well.
The one thing Great Mu's Grand Ancestor had never told his descendants, Helian Zhaotu included, was this... once that sword fell, the power above the pinnacle would descend, and Helian Zhaotu would surely die!
But there was nothing much to say about that.
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