The Tiandao Palace Holy Son behind them narrowed his eyes. His face was as cold as frost, killing intent surged in his gaze, and fury ran wild.
Divine Power poured endlessly from his body, utterly heedless of his own injuries.
His intentions could not have been clearer—he had no intention of giving the two of them another chance to form their sword array.
He had cultivated in hardship and concealed his Divine Power for years, all to find a way onto the true path to godhood. Only after mastering Divine Power had he truly understood that this force was far stronger than True Yuan, even stronger than an Immortal's Immortal Essence.
If it were another cultivator practicing the Ancient God's Law, even if they could master Divine Power, the amount they could control would be extremely limited.
Divine Power was far stronger than ordinary power, and even stranger.
But he was different. He had been born one of the Descendants of Gods. Moreover, he had secretly condensed the Divine Power within him through a secret technique for over a thousand years.
Once he obtained such a method, everything would naturally fall into place, like water flowing into a channel.
Even without the Ancient God Cultivation Method, however, he was fairly confident that with the secret technique he had already mastered, one day he would surely become a true member of the Divine Race.
It would merely take much longer!
But at least hope remained. Thus, when he encountered that Resurrected One here and his hopes of finding the Ancient God Cultivation Method came to nothing, he had not been overly disappointed.
At most, he would have to spend a little more time!
But things were different now. He had unleashed one method after another, yet he still had not managed