The kaleidoscopic Turbulence of time and space scoured the body of the War Ghost. The years that wore Cui Yigeng away merely polished Dou Zhao's golden radiance brighter.
He fell freely like this, crashing onward without cease.
Crossing time and space, one blade asked the years...
That battle intent which had erupted so suddenly had already given the answer!
Whoosh—
His red martial robes trimmed in gold snapped in the wind. The Heavenly Valiant Blade sliced open a page of history, and Dou Zhao leaped down from the heights.
Like a celestial god forged from the sun, he plunged toward the mortal world.
The sun?
As he fell, Dou Zhao looked back with golden eyes and happened to see that blazing sun in the sky, dazzlingly brilliant in an instant. From within its resplendent golden glow, a blazing sun chariot rumbled forth. Chongxuan Zun, dressed in flowing white, stood upon it with a scroll of green bamboo slips in hand, leisurely gazing down upon the mortal world, a smile that was not quite a smile upon his face.
And what rumbled was more than just the chariot! Lightning suddenly danced across the clear sky. The electric light of ten thousand miles converged into a single sliver, all embedded in Old Man Ju's brow. He descended into the world amid the lightning, like a god who wielded Heaven's punishments!
The blazing white lightning behind him simply transformed into chains, pure white as a Spider Web, stretching across the Celestial Vault—
The Legalist School's foremost chain: Dharma Has No Second Gate. Once this chain emerged, nothing could be altered; even a thousand years could not open it!
The Celestial Vault had already been veiled in darkness, faint light all around. And amid this apocalyptic sight, the divine image that represented destruction had