The Two Saints Finally Meet

At once, silence fell in all directions, as though time itself had frozen at this very moment.

It was not that anyone thought the Supreme Lord was merely for show. Rather, Zhao Cheng's sword strike had gone somewhat beyond the syllabus.

And you called that "benevolence"?!

Besides, although everyone had long known that you were exceptionally valiant, what they had just witnessed was undoubtedly valiance taken too far.

And it was not over yet. After the Supreme Lord was cleaved apart, his divine body immediately collapsed into countless specks of light. Some were about to disperse and merge with Heaven and earth, while others were preparing to return to the divine realm.

Thus, Zhao Cheng reached out and grabbed. In an instant, he tore a phantom world straight out into his hand.

That divine realm actually transformed once more into the image of the Supreme Lord. Within its divine body seemed to lie countless dimensions and innumerable ghosts and gods. This Supreme Lord's aura was even more terrifying than that of the previous one.

At this sight, those who understood the situation were no longer wondering whether they should be shocked. They began to suspect that they were hallucinating.

A divine realm was something suspended between illusion and reality. Unless one's intent shattered the boundary between truth and illusion, it could not be touched at all.

But intent was different from divine sense. According to legend, to shatter truth and illusion, to see a world within a grain of sand—such was the divine art and law of a Dao Lord.

At this moment, the divine realm had turned into the Supreme Lord and was caught by Zhao Cheng by the head. It still tried to struggle, begging for mercy even as it struggled. Thousands upon thousands of ghosts and gods