Those who stood at the pinnacle of the Three Realms and Six Paths possessed foundations unfathomably deep.
Anyone who had become renowned in that fiercely competitive, cruel era was no ordinary figure. Even a Destiny Divine Artifact surpassed the upper limit of ordinary gods.
The God Falling Formation condensed into a massive phantom. In its hand was a gigantic blade forged from concentrated Divine Power, which came crashing down at the figure formed by the Fu Xi Talisman.
With such enormous Divine Power fluctuations, there was no way the Fu Xi Talisman had failed to notice.
Yet he made no move whatsoever to respond to the attack.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at the Soul Gathering God before him with an amused expression. The provocation in his gaze was unmistakable.
Under normal circumstances, if anyone treated him like this, Juhun would have ground them to dust.
But today, he could only endure the Fu Xi Talisman's humiliation.
Even though the fury in his heart burned fiercely, he could only force it down.
It could not be helped. Compared to pride, his life was more important.
The Fu Xi Talisman's method of attack was simply too unusual.
Juhun was also certain that the unexpected attack that struck the chest and erupted from the back was merely one of his methods. He could surely devise even more elaborate attacks to make Juhun suffer.
If he wanted to win this battle and make the Fu Xi Talisman his weapon, he could only disregard the consumption of Divine Power and spread it across his entire body, defending against attacks that might erupt anywhere on him at any time.
The God Falling Formation's attack was about to descend, yet the Fu Xi Talisman made no defensive move.
That display of arrogance made a sliver