"You went through countless hardships to save the world back then. Why, today, would you..." Daoyan looked at Li Jingzhi, hoping to hear an answer he could accept.
"After millions of years, I've come to understand human nature. This existence should never have appeared. Let it return to where it belongs and turn to dust."
"Humans are nothing more than tools for the immortals and gods to attain the Dao. What makes them worthy of ruling heaven and earth? Human hearts are unfathomable, and human nature is vile. Why should such beings be the protagonists of this world? I will correct the mistake the immortals and gods left behind."
The twelve treasured swords once more transformed into Spirit Dragons, surging toward the Small World with boundless sword energy.
Sword energy covered the Spirit Dragons from head to tail. With every collision, they carved countless scars into the space surrounding the Small World. The space seemed on the verge of being torn apart, faint black rifts appearing within it.
Luo Yunji had sent the Four Spirits to Spirit Mountain, leaving only the Spirit Venerable to guard Bibo Pool. The twelve Spirit Dragons wound around it, quickly leaving it covered in wounds. Bright red blood stained the entire pool.
Luo Yunji knew his Dragon Slayer Art could not compare to Li Jingzhi's. Gripping the Ghost Umbrella tightly, he charged forward, but even after giving it his all, he could only barely hold back the Spirit Dragons' rampage. Against Li Jingzhi, a fellow Son of God, Luo Yunji was still far too young and weak.
Just as Luo Yunji struggled to withstand the Spirit Dragons' attacks, a new upheaval erupted in the distant Mount Huqi. A column of black smoke shot straight into the sky, staining half of it pitch-black until day and