When Supreme Grandmasters clashed, the aftershocks rolled outward like a tide.
The cultivators of the Three Daos retreated again and again.
One disciple became so absorbed in watching that he strayed a little too close. In the next instant, an aftershock swept over him. Before he could even scream, he turned to ash and vanished.
The sect masters' faces grew grave. One after another, they activated their treasure ships' protective formations and withdrew another hundred li.
Yet at the heart of the battlefield, with nine suns hanging in the sky and four dragons coiled around them, the fight unfolded in a way no one had expected.
Not only had the Pure Yang Patriarch not been driven back, he even seemed to be gaining the upper hand!
The Four Seas Dragon Kings unleashed their powers. Dragon might surged to the heavens, and dragon breath scorched the sea, yet all of it was suppressed by the Nine-Yang Divine Void Axe in the Pure Yang Patriarch's hand!
Boundless spiritual energy rushed madly toward his figure, only to erupt the next moment as an even vaster force of pure yang.
It was practically endless!
Nine great suns revolved slowly behind him.
Scorching, unrivaled, blazing, like the sun itself—
Those were the only words the people of the Three Daos could find.
Within the Taihua Sect, countless disciples gazed at that godlike, saintly figure and murmured,
"So this is... the Pure Yang Patriarch..."
Qing Lao and the others looked shaken, as if a thought had struck them.
"Could it be... this is the legendary eighteenth level of the Pure Yang Art—
"the Qi-Commanding Extremity Realm!"
The Pure Yang Art had been passed down in the Taihua Sect for a thousand years, yet no one had ever truly witnessed its pinnacle.
Sect Master Chen Xuanzi had