With fifteen transcendent powers, Ling Xiao's strength had reached an unprecedented height.
He was too powerful; he felt as though he was about to become invincible.
That feeling grew ever stronger, carrying an irresistible momentum.
To possess such a bizarre sensation could only mean that he had moved another step closer to the Great Dao of Infinity—the ultimate realm of the Realm Master.
The realm of the Great Dao of Infinity was profoundly mysterious. Reaching it did not necessarily require mastering eighteen transcendent powers.
Perhaps it required more, or perhaps less.
In Ling Xiao's view, he might be able to attain the supreme Great Dao without reaching eighteen transcendent powers.
It was an extraordinarily intense and miraculous feeling.
In any case, his current strength was essentially comparable to the Ancestor of War's.
That was because his Infinite Great Dao had devoured far too many Daos, allowing it to grow with virtually no limits.
Even at the late stage of Half-Step Great Dao, Ling Xiao could still challenge those ancient monsters who had lived through countless ages across realms.
Ordinary transcendent powers simply could not accomplish this.
Take the Lord of War, who controlled warfare. His Dao had nearly reached the point of endless rebirth, connected to the wars of all heavens and myriad realms.
So long as war broke out anywhere, he could draw power from it, becoming undying and indestructible.
He was a great existence close to the Realm Master.
In the past, Ling Xiao would absolutely have been no match for the Ancestor of War. This fellow was undoubtedly ten times harder to kill than the Great Thousand Dao Lord.
But now that Ling Xiao had mastered fifteen transcendent powers and possessed the great divine ability of Dao Sacrifice, he wanted to give it a try.
Unless he