The Red Dust Tribulation fire that had burned even Cangtu God into restless unease followed that sheet of godskin and covered Helian Qingtong's body, nearly rolling him into ash in an instant.
Luckily, Helian Shanhai split the godskin open with a single sword strike. Then Jiang Wang, deep within the Sea of Time, spat out a mouthful of heart's blood and, enduring the backlash, extinguished the tribulation fire—though True Lord Jiang's strength was far beneath that of those locked in battle, the firestarter was in his hands.
Mu's Grand Ancestor had barely managed to preserve most of his divine body. The lingering fright had yet to fade from his face, while the scent of roasted meat wafted from his body. Petrification was still spreading over him, and deathly energy continued to diffuse.
He had already weakened beyond recognition, incapable of taking even one punch from a Venerable God. He strained to tear the godskin from his body, but could not pull it free. So he simply wore it like a battle robe. Rather than retreating, he advanced, charging straight at Cangtu God as he growled in a low voice, "Wrapped in horsehide—the fate of a Son of Heaven on horseback—give me fire!"
He wanted a spark. He wanted to ignite Cangtu God once more.
Though he understood that this was almost impossible.
But the word "almost" meant that nothing had yet truly come to an end.
It was precisely because the "nameless ones" never gave up that they left behind immortal legends.
Jiang Wang barely held his footing in the Sea of Time, utterly unable to spare thought for old wounds or new. With a raised hand, he unleashed Stone Bridge Nine Garrisons, doing everything he could to block the divine tide. And with a mere turn of those Red