Aid from Cloud Heaven
"No wonder it was an existence at the True Immortal level!"
After exchanging a blow with the Dark Moon God King, He Ping was blasted backward. He spat out a mouthful of "blood" mixed with fragments of primordial qi, his entire body splitting apart as he bathed the battlefield in blood. He tumbled through the void again and again, only barely managing to recover, already grievously wounded.
At the same time, the vision of the boundless eternal river coiling around him was shattered to pieces, and every gleam of wisdom-light was extinguished.
At this point, there was scarcely any force capable of withstanding the lingering might of a True Immortal's assault. The boundless, surging pressure bore down on He Ping like a hundred thousand great mountains falling upon him at once.
In truth, the Dark Moon God King had not used any actual offensive technique. This Star God was immensely proud; against an enemy far weaker than herself, someone like He Ping, merely at the peak of Manifest Divinity, she would never employ her true strength.
"To contend against a True Immortal with the cultivation of Manifest Divinity—he can be called the foremost man under heaven!"
This was once again the Ultimate Luminary Falling Star Dragon-Slaying Strike. Only this time, a hundred dragons merged as one. With a single strike that tore through the air, heaven collapsed, earth split, and space-time shook.
"Cloud Heaven Dao Palace—a Daoist power I thought had been completely annihilated by time... I never imagined it still had hidden strength..."
The woman in white gave a bitter smile. The sword-light in her hand shattered, and all the fragments were drawn back in, swept into the Three-Life Nine-Molt Primordial Spirit.
"It seems... acting rashly would be disadvantageous to me. I should wait a