My Dear Son Has Been Taken Away!
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In a blaze of dazzling light, even the two divine weapons—the Taichen Divine Weapon and the Heavenly Vengeance battle-axe—could not withstand this force. They broke apart one after another, the divine weapons melting into two masses of liquid metal. Two pure energies of opposing attributes were kneaded together, merging in the void and shifting without end as wind, fire, water, and earth continuously trembled.
He Ping was in no hurry. He silently recited an incantation, using his pure dharma power to sense the Heavenly Dao imprints that had been stripped away. These two imprints had no true bodies and were formless and invisible, capable only of clinging to the divine weapons themselves.
Originally, nothing in this world could have broken apart divine weapons and stripped away the two Heavenly Dao imprints within them. But things were different now. Beneath the shroud of his dharma power, his immense will pressed down upon them without mercy.
Taichen and Heavenly Vengeance could not escape either. They could only remain imprisoned within the fusing divine weapon.
Yet the two imprints also conflicted with one another and could not merge perfectly. Just as chaos was born after primordial separation, and Taiji arose from chaos, then divided into yin and yang—yin and yang generating and restraining one another—these Heavenly Dao imprints of utterly opposing attributes could never truly become one, nor could their two powers combine into a brand-new divine weapon.
"Spirit roots nurture and give rise to the source; the heart's nature, cultivated, begets the Great Dao... Origins succeeding origins, wind and fire both stilled; through Ten Thousand Calamities, the heart of Heaven remains unchanged!"
No one knew how much time had passed before He Ping let out a low shout and reached out with one