Voidification!
Lu Yunhe invoked the Great Dao of Void, though even the concept of space had been diluted to the extreme within the Land of Nothingness.
For a pure Origin Dao of Void cultivator, arriving here would truly mean sensing nothing but emptiness—an emptiness where even space did not exist.
Yet for a Primordial Progenitor, and one who possessed the power of Void at that, he could still sense within it the force that bore worlds.
He merged himself with that extremely faint void space, pushing his already formidable defenses to their limit once more.
Bang!
The gray mist's fist struck Lu Yunhe. Yet what should have felt like hitting steel now felt as though it had struck air.
Though some substance remained, the attack had been completely dispersed.
"Hm!"
The Hermit's emotions shifted once again. He had not expected Lord Yuan to possess such a move.
Perhaps it was because the Cultivator Faction had always been so domineering that it had left countless Primordial Progenitors with a fixed impression: every Lord was incomparably overbearing, never bowed their heads, and never admitted defeat...
The Cultivator Faction might previously have been suppressed by the Innate Primal Chaos Lifeform Faction, but that was only from the perspective of the other Primordial Progenitors.
For a few World Clusters and some utterly insignificant ants, the seven Lords had refused to yield an inch, leaving no room whatsoever for compromise.
They would rather start a faction war than compromise. The number of Primordial Progenitors who had died at the hands of the Lords was the highest in the Endless Primal Chaos Space.
Not only that, even when the faction's territory had been on the verge of destruction, the Lords had still refused to compromise and accept other Primordial Progenitors. Their tyranny was plain to see.