The Anticipation of the Dao-Magic Struggle

"Hongjun, you old bastard! Since you insist on pressing me so hard, don't blame me for killing you!" Patriarch Luohu's face twisted savagely. With a sweep of his hand, he casually flung out a ray of annihilating light. Then, heedless of all else, he took a single stride across the spatial rift and moved at once, diving downward!

As a Quasi-Sect Master at the peak of his cultivation, Luohu's speed was naturally astonishing. His somewhat tattered Daoist robe rustled faintly in the gale, while waves of terrifying aura spread from his body!

At that moment, the innate great gods felt endless Sha Qi crashing into their faces. Horrified, they retreated explosively. Who still cared about exterminating Demonic Beasts?

Luohu's momentum soared like a rainbow. Striding like a meteor, he appeared above the innate great gods in a single step. Then he swept out a hand, like the hand of Heaven itself. Countless demons were gathered into his palm without the slightest resistance. Looking at the writhing demons in his hand, he gave a savage grin, then opened his mouth wide. It was as though a crack had torn open across the heavens, or like a bottomless abyss. He inhaled fiercely, unleashing boundless suction. Nearly a million demons in his palm were swallowed in one gulp. In an instant, resentment filled the air, winds and clouds churned, and the sky was blotted out as an immense aura erupted from him!

That dreadful aura was too horrifying for words. The innate great gods even felt that Luohu need only breathe out once to wipe every last one of them from existence!

"Wretch, how dare you!"

Just as Luohu, having swallowed countless demons, was about to slaughter the innate great gods present, a furious shout suddenly rang out. Immediately afterward, an enormous hand reached down from the void.

The palm looked utterly ordinary, as though it had returned to simplicity. Its aura could not compare to Luohu's at all. Yet this plain, casual grasp made Luohu's expression change. With a twist of his wrist, his jet-black demonic palm slammed upward!

Rumble rumble rumble~~~~~

The two palms met. The stars shifted, the sun and moon changed color, winds and clouds transformed, and a thunderous blast shook heaven and earth. The space where the two palms collided was like a glass mirror dropped to the ground. With a crack, it shattered inch by inch.

Yes—shattered inch by inch. It was not merely a tear; it was as though an enormous black hole had suddenly appeared! Boundless suction poured from within it!

What kind of power was this? An ordinary Quasi-Sage could never have created such a spectacle, yet it was unfolding vividly before Mu Jizi and the other innate great gods!

A black hole had torn open directly above their heads, right before their eyes. Nothing could have been more shocking. For a time, they forgot Luohu's threat, forgot where they were, forgot everything!

Only after a long while, when the black hole dissipated, did the great gods recover their senses. Raising their heads to look into the void, they saw that the vast sky was cloudless for hundreds of millions of miles. Even the finest dust had vanished, leaving only two figures standing in the air like deities!

The innate great gods were instantly aghast. A battle between Quasi-Sect Master experts was simply a disaster to them. The shockwaves from that single exchange had killed everyone beneath the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm. Even nearby Primordial Unity Golden Immortals had been reduced to dust, sucked into the black hole, unable to escape even with their Primordial Spirits!

"Run! Run!"...

Only now did the innate great gods suddenly awaken. In a battle at this level, they were not even qualified to watch, much less participate. Shockwaves alone could make Primordial Unity Golden Immortals fall. If they were struck directly, even Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals would probably perish! Terrified, they scattered and fled!

"Th-this..." Mu Jizi, fleeing with the others, was filled with shock. He had never imagined that a clash between two Quasi-Sect Master experts could bring about such a cataclysm!

"They truly are the ancestors of Dao and magic. Even a Saint's power is probably only this great!" As Mu Jizi fled, he sent out his divine sense to watch Hongjun and Luohu standing in the void. He knew that, apart from lacking a Saint's power of the Heavenly Dao, their pure magical power and divine abilities were likely no weaker than those of ordinary Saints! Such a realm of cultivation was simply unimaginable!

They fled for a long time before finally stopping, only after confirming that the shockwaves could no longer reach them. They exchanged glances, each seeing the same terror in the others' eyes!

Rumble!

Even the explosions from the distant horizon still made the great gods' ears ring!

They could practically picture it all—the void cracking apart, mountains exploding and splitting, tsunamis rising on every side!

Indeed, the previous sight had been far too terrifying. The force of a single palm strike had actually blasted out a devouring black hole, leaving an indelible mark upon their paths of cultivation!

Listening to those terrifying booms, the great gods all fell silent!

They waited. They waited for the two figures, like demon gods, to determine victory and defeat!

A fierce wind swept past, but the innate great gods felt nothing at all. No one spoke as a heavy, solemn atmosphere spread through the air!

"Zhuxian Sword Formation, deploy!"

Just then, a thunderous explosion rang out. The sky abruptly darkened, and a black curtain suddenly spread over the land of the Primordial Wilderness!

"Zhuxian Sword Formation!"

The great gods were horrified. The desolate scene in the west seemed to replay in their minds as though it had happened only yesterday!

Despair! Despair! Endless despair!

The innate great gods, who had only just held hope of killing Patriarch Luohu, could finally no longer suppress the boundless despair in their hearts! They knew the Zhuxian Sword Formation's power. Once one person set it up, it could not be broken without four people of equal cultivation. This time, Hongjun was likely doomed!

If Hongjun were killed as well, they could even imagine what their future days would be like!

The dark clouds in the sky parted, and a thread of sunlight spilled onto the earth. Yet the great gods' hearts were heavy, and even Mu Jizi felt stifled.

Though he was a man from a later age and knew that Dao Ancestor Hongjun would ultimately take charge of the Daoist Religion, after witnessing the Zhuxian Sword Formation's power, he could not help but waver.

Even something as bizarre as his rebirth could happen, so it was not impossible for Hongjun to perish here!

His transmigration into the Primordial Wilderness had sent him back countless years in an instant. It was truly inconceivable. If he had merely dreamed of the twenty-first century, then that earlier dream had been far too real!

Moreover, everything from that dream had come true. That meant it was not something as simple as a dream!

Or perhaps this plane is different from the one where I lived in my previous life?

A thought surfaced in his mind, but he immediately shook his head!

Even if that is the case, it is not something I can know right now!

Mu Jizi raised his head, his mind slightly clearer. Following the sounds, he directed his gaze toward the distant Zhuxian Sword Formation, as though he could see through it and witness the battle taking place within...

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