Ye Lin arrived before the formation diagram. Looking at the dazzling multicolored lightning before him, a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Slash."
Ye Lin slowly raised the Long Sword in his hand and snorted coldly. An incomparably brilliant streak of Sword Qi shot forward.
Along its path, space was shattered, and a terrifying spatial storm even swept up in the surrounding void. This spatial storm could easily pulverize any expert below the Loose Immortal realm.
An attack of this caliber was not even something Mahayana half-immortals were qualified to witness.
It was truly terrifying beyond measure.
Yet when the Sword Qi collided with the lightning, it lasted only a few seconds before shattering with a boom.
"Break."
Ye Lin clenched his fist and threw a punch.
His entire body radiated incomparably dazzling golden light, glittering so brilliantly that it was impossible to keep one's eyes open.
But beneath this punch, the multicolored lightning was also completely shattered.
That streak of Sword Qi had just greatly weakened the lightning's might.
"Rise for me..."
Ye Lin roared furiously. With both hands seemingly supporting the formation diagram, he flew fiercely toward the nine heavens, the diagram continuously enduring the lightning's strikes as it surged upward.
"Presumptuous!"
Seeing this, the Heavenly Dao was thoroughly enraged. How could a mere cultivator dare try to overturn the heavens?
It would make these ignorant living beings understand that there would always be an immortal above their heads. No matter how strong they were, they could never overturn the heavens.
Boom, boom, boom.
Bolts of lightning struck Ye Lin's body one after another. In mere moments, his flesh split open, and countless drops of golden blood fell.
A single drop of this blood could weigh down a great star and shatter space. One drop of an immortal's