Supreme Clarity Daoist's azure robes fluttered gently, and a trace of coldness surfaced on his heroic face.
With him here, this Other Shore powerhouse of the Chaos Dao Path would never cross the thunder pool by even a single step.
With a lift of his hand, a flash of azure sword light streaked past like a fleeting glimpse, piercing through that Chaos Origin Pearl.
Elsewhere, four earth-shaking sword lights shot into the heavens, transforming into an array diagram that enveloped the faceless figure.
The four innate killing swords—Immortal-Slaying, Immortal-Trapping, Immortal-Killing, and Immortal-Exterminating—cast their radiance across boundless void, forming an intricate and majestic four-colored array diagram. Streams of Golden Light descended from the void. Even the faceless Chaos figure's expression shifted slightly. Strands of Chaos divine light condensed behind him, yet there were no Three Flowers or auspicious clouds above his head—only wisps of Chaos-colored cloudlight shielding his body, revealing a power innately undefeated and unwearing through myriad calamities.
Sword lights swept toward him one after another, dyeing the Chaos-colored cloudlight ash-black as strand after strand of cloudlight was shorn away.
Deep within his Dao Heart, the faceless figure was faintly astonished.
He was of the Other Shore.
All beneath the Other Shore were ants.
With the twitch of a finger, he could effortlessly crush an existence at the pinnacle of the Creation Realm.
That Supreme Clarity Daoist could use this formation to shave away his cultivation was proof enough of his strength.
He could even feel an invisible pressure.
A faint warning sign even rose within his heart.
"Ants will always be ants!"
He snorted coldly, somewhat angered. Vast swathes of Chaos fetal membrane emerged from his hand, whirling into an enormous Chaos curtain that flew forth and swallowed the four-colored sword qi overhead. Relying on his formidable cultivation, he