No Choice

After that, another three months passed.

Second Great Profound Realm.

Not a single celestial body remained.

Whether shattered remnant stars or broken fragments of continents, all had turned into tiny particles of dust.

As far as the eye could see, grayish white drowned everything!

As the Thirteen True Immortals of Great Profound clashed with the Dao soldiers more and more often, they were also destroying them ever faster.

Perhaps too many uses of the omnipotent characteristic had taken their toll, or perhaps Xu Xing's side had made progress, further weakening Xuan's "self."

Over these past nine-odd months, Gu's revival after the Dao Holding Soldier he had become was defeated had grown increasingly slow.

Boom!

Seven-colored divine radiance, flowing with light and shadow, spread outward. The grayish white blanketing the entire Second Great Profound Realm churned like a beating pulse.

The resplendent seven-colored divine radiance mingled with the dust and thin mist drifting through deep space.

Then, amid countless minute particles of dust, warped images of light flickered at extreme speed alongside the flowing divine radiance.

Making the already desolate Second Great Profound Realm all the more bizarre and eerie.

"Come to think of it, that old bastard Gu has had it pretty rough too."

At one edge of the gray-white sea of dust, a warped black shadow swayed ceaselessly.

It was You.

Watching the seven-colored divine radiance slowly draw inward and begin condensing bit by bit, he could not help but sigh with feeling.

This Gu...

He had opposed them for so many years.

According to that brat Xu Xing, everything happening now had been orchestrated by him for the sake of Dao Source.

It would not be an exaggeration to call him the mastermind behind everything.

Who would have thought he would end up neither dead nor alive, his