Ji Jinglu had already ascended to the utmost heights of The Present World. Compared to any True Lord, he differed only in breadth, not in height; naturally, he could not help but look upon himself with pride.
Though Transcendence was the next step, one eternal found difficult to reach—once he had trained martial pawns, reforged Dou'e, been enfeoffed as a one-character king, rendered great merit on the Divine Firmament Battlefield, and been nourished by the Central Empire's national fortune for several thousand years, achieving perfect departure from the branch, owing nothing to anyone... perhaps only then would he have hope of gazing toward this path.
But with the Tiandu Dragon-Locking Formation suppressing it, he had merely thrown a punch at this evil immortal to test whether his fist was hard enough. There should have been no great danger... At worst, he could just pull it back!
He had never expected the Primal Chaos Evil Immortal to be so unreasonable, confiscating his fist on the spot.
Great swathes of Chaos spread over his martial body, virtually without limit or obstruction. No Central Empire secret art, no ultimate martial body, could withstand it; like autumn floss before a blade, they were cleft in a single sweep.
He leaped back, only to feel an omnipresent force of attraction seize both body and soul, pinning him against that mass of Chaos.
He gathered his strength and struggled, yet felt like a fish out of water, pinned to a chopping block to be butchered!
His supreme martial body had no strength to wield. The black iron fan could not leave his waist.
Chaos filled his vision. Then, in an instant... heaven and earth first parted.
A power that would never waver was forged into the unstoppable edge of a sword. It cut open the Chaos